Miles to go before I sleep

A few months ago, I sent in our entry fees to the Space Coast half marathon. We wanted to set a goal we'd never dreamed of hitting before, and this one has the BEST finishing medal ever. So we run. Three to four days a week, we run. We joined a gym so we wouldn't have to spend another awful Florida summer running outside, and do some weight training in between. And that idea of difficult conditions making you stronger? That's some bullshit. We didn't improve so much when we ran in 85% humidity and 94 degrees. It just made us feel sick. Anyway. I don't enjoy running, even as much as we seem to do it. I've never experienced a runner's high or broken through a wall. I don't know if we'll ever do another half marathon after this one, although I'd consider doing this particular one again just for the space shuttle medal series over the next three years. The last couple of runs pushed our limits for distance and time spent actually running vs. walking, and weren't as bad as we expected. It wasn't easy, but it was done. This is also the first time I've run consistently for several months without tearing up my hips or knees. I doubt I'll ever LIKE running, but it may get to be more tolerable as we continue to push toward the Space Coast half on December 1.