15 Miles on Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve, and all throughout the road, not a creature was stirring, except runron at a pace he thought would explode.
It's 6 am as his feet hit the ground, the noise coming from the Ipod is the only sound.

Mile one down, then two, then three, is this the pace that the marathon will be?
He pushes on, but at mile five something's the matter, he has to stop, he's got a full bladder.

Now he's moving a little lighter, back on track, but muscles are tighter.
Tears through miles 7 through 10, starting to get that marathon grin.

Five more miles and this long run is done, at a pace so fast, that he's never run.
As mile 13 comes and goes, checks his watch, best split by a nose.

Now the last mile of a 15 mile run, could it be possible he ran it in 7:41?
It's true my friends the mileage was right, and runron wishes you all a Merry Christmas, and to all a good night.