Today, as I headed out the door, I was determined to go faster and get back to where I was last week. I cranked up the tunes and headed out. The first interval felt great, my legs burned a bit but that always happens. Two minutes can seem like forever though. I got to my first walking rest and thought, "okay, I ran that one a little fast, I better pace myself so I can make it through this workout." Bells chimed and it was time for round two. By this time, the burning was leaving my legs and I zoned in on the beat of the music. Before too long, the signal came to walk. Or so I thought, "Next interval, two minutes fast." rang the voice of my program. Two minutes fast? Hadn't I just done that? Apparently I was so intent on the rythym that I had missed my signal to walk. Now a seasoned runner probably would have just kept going. Me, I had to resist the urge to stop right there and restart my run. I want each run to go exactly as planned, run the fast intervals, walk the slow. Only go the precise amount of time allotted. Weird, I know. Anyway, I pushed that desire aside, walked for what I figured to be one minute and then ran the rest, getting me back on track. The rest of the run went.....normal. It hurt, I wanted to quit the last interval but I didn't. I finished with a 14:34 pace, only three seconds slower than my best pace so far. All in all, a pretty good day.