Today I ran nine miles. In the cold. With my tunes. I layer up first with my two favorite nike jackets, and then my nike pants that do not even let me feel the cold. I put my ipod on, strap my gps watch on, pull my beanie down tight, grab a water bottle, put on my gloves, tie my shoes, and hit the road. Some mornings, I have to be honest, I just really would rather not be a runner. However, I set a goal, and a goal is what I intend to reach. I have 6 more weeks of training until my half marathon, and then all of this hard work will pay off. I don't care about speed. I only want to cross the finish line without crying, peeing my pants, or throwing up.