I don’t like running. As far as I can tell, it’s an odious experience from here to there, wherever here or there may be. Not shockingly, I look miserable when running. I start each run grimacing like a grade schooler sent to the principal’s office. And after a few miles, I fully look like I’m dying. So you can imagine how thrilled I was when my fiancée suggested that we train together for a half-marathon. Read more.