Running1:00:16 7.73 mi (7:48 / mi) +226m7:09 / mi ahr:147 max:179
We remain; we go on. Provisions grow meager, our spirits scarce. Italian Wedding, or White Bean Chicken? Does it matter? Locally sourced gluten-free organic Neapolitan ice cream supply exhausted - the horror. Time draws out like a blade. Slowly, inevitably, doubts creep in, pile up like snowflakes, each different yet equally foreboding, equally oppressive. Have we lived? What is it - to live? We were young once. Winter and discontent and so on. Snow. Tyranny. No escape. Obliterates, eradicates, obviates; all is silence. There is only snow. Nothing has ever been, but snow.