Interval training

Walk/run/anxiety...
There are so many great ways to get your heart rate up. As of recently I have been taking the exercise approach. The swimming and biking seemed to do the best. And they seemed to have helped my endurance as I have found myself able to run a bit further each time.
TONIGHT I was pleasantly reminded of one of my mom's favourite approaches to getting the heart rate up - anxiety and freaking out...
So it wa 7:10 and I had lots of layers on - sports tank top, long underwear, tshirt, hooded sweatshirt, sweatpants (OH and they don't match) and orange gloves (and they don't go with anything either)... I decided it wasn't completely dark so if I were to get the full objective in perhaps I should leave the neighborhood. So I donned my MP3 player - Kylie singing along which pre-empted fast forwarding to Keane - and headed up the street and out of the neighborhood. At the top of the hill it is always wise to get the first jog in across the street - more for traffic than for warm up. I jogged across the street and headed left... following that sidewalk to the end and back is a mile... Then headed towards town towards the post office... that and back is a mile... And I found myself running in the midst of the miles and longer than usual. I was proud of myself. I actually have been quite proud of myself in the area of exercise recently. And I headed into the neighborhood to do the final mile... I was feeling good... even felt I could rival SG in the jog around the neighborhood (OK - momentary lapse of reason on that one). And I headed home. Reached in my pocket - NO KEYS! no, i am not kidding... somewhere in the lengthy drawn out 3 mile walk/run i dropped my keys... anxiety kicks in!
I did the 3 miles again in hopes of finding the keys... I knew I should have asked for help but I figured well let me just give it a look see... Nothing.... How's that heart rate now?
I finally ended up at my friends' home to ask for help - Perhaps that was my lesson for the evening - remember to ask for help when needed.
KF donned her many layers and armed we flashlights we headed out.
You know where the keys fell out? That very first jog across the street. Thankfully we didn't have to do the 3 miles again.
So I am clocking that as 6 miles tonight and the time was a little over 1 1/2 hours... I was outside a total of 2+ hours with a little break inside at KF's home.
Thanks for the help! I will be sore tomorrow.