Dances with squirrels

That's my new Red Indian (sorry - Native American) name.  Or it should be.  Today I practically did a fandango with a particularly lively squizzer who decided to skitter across my path and then back again in the blink of an eye.  Just at the moment I had embarked on another surge in my pace.  It's called intervals.  You run at a pace and then for one minute you run faster and then drop for another minute and then back up etc. 6 times.  It's supposed to get easier.  Hah! And then you're supposed to either run faster or longer.  We'll see my friend.  Could do without the Strictly Come Squizzer moments though.