When you just can't sleep
You can't think, feel, or see straight.
Fuck it, keep running.

Running Atlanta--
slowly because of stop lights
and not last night's drink

I shall sing loudly
to myself and all who pass.
It makes for less clouds.

Trailed a tall pale one
Across two or more miles.
Must keep heart rate down.

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4 miles
33:30
8:23 pace
Avg. HR 153 BPM