I ran on. 10 minute run, 30 second walk, pick it up the last 2 minutes of each interval. Repeat.
I really don't know how The Black Pearl from Pirate's of the Caribbean soundtrack found its way onto my run mix but I love movie soundtracks so I let it play.
Creepy pirate music. That's nice, jog along. 2/4 time. No worries. The strings bring the rhythm of the ocean, 6/8, faster than my manatee jog but I can do that. 10 minute miles. In fact I can still match the music when the beat quickens for the chase. 9 minute miles. Then 8. I feel no pain. Heck! It feels so good! The french horns scream the theme. The sails fill. And for a moment I am flying. All the frustration of the last few months came out. I just put my head down and ran. Full out. As if pirates _were_ chasing me. And faster and faster until my lungs were screaming. Hold tight, girl, the theme isn't over, hold it....whew! What a blast! I'm completely spent but my mind is already begging me to try again. A glance at the forgotten Garmin says the pace dropped to 6:40! No way! Maybe it's a mistake!
So I jogged along until the next 10 minutes. Technically the run was over at 60 minutes but another 2 minutes can't hurt, right? Toggle the Ipod back to the Pearl's theme. This interval was even more intense, fighting the fatigue from my longest run in months but knowing I could pace this even better. Fill the sails, run like mad.....5:50.
Now they key is to hold it more than a few seconds. :)