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I ran in Florida last week.  A few of the highlights: I made black lizards jump. I ran in the rain in Daytona Beach. My longest run was 8 miles. Running in the south is like running in the sauna at the Y (minus the old naked guys who don't have "long enough" towels). Tomorrow is going to be a tough one. This whole training thus far has been easy because I am really not racking up much mileage. It is going to change tomorrow. I will run 10 miles tomorrow. The heat index will be 95 to 100. I have been drinking water all day today. I mapped out a course where I am going to run past every school I went to as a kid. At about mile 6 I am going to climb the 4th Street Bridge. Whereas the 4th Street Bridge isn't the Golden Gate Bridge - - it will be enough of a climb to make my sweaty quads bark. I look forward to the challenge. All of this comes down to one question: Am I tough enough to run 26.2 miles? With all of the crap that I ate in Florida I only gained a couple of pounds. I met a guy today who runs 55 miles per week. He didn't have any body fat. I think I am still carrying around a couple of Keystone Lights from 1991 around my mid-section. Tomorrow I will fill up my 20 ounce water bottle, tie my laces and hit the streets. Last week in Florida I went on an "Aerosmith-inspired" Rock-N-Roll rollercoaster - -I went from zero to 65 mpg in 2.5 seconds. I won't be going that fast tomorrow . . .it messes my hair up.