New running shoes... now what?

For as long as I can remember my husband has been a runner. I don't envy him at all. I hate running. The only times I find it logical to run is when a hungry predator is chasing you, or something is on fire. He has asked me several times to go running with him, which has always intimidated me. I made excuses for as long as I could- I couldn't keep up with him, I had a headache, I didn't have a good pair of running shoes, one of my legs was longer than the other- you name it, I used it. I tried to "train" when he wasn't around so that one of these days I would actually say yes when he asked. The thing is... running is one of the hardest things to get into. Every second is torture. It's worse than getting ANY part of your body waxed.
I ran with my husband for the first time while on vacation, in Hawaii. Yes, I know... ironic. I saw how excited he was to run together, how happy it made him, and decided at that moment I needed to toughen up and get in shape. We left Maui and traveled to VA to house hunt and guess what I came home with? Brand new pink Adidas. Awesome. My fate was sealed. 
SO... after the big move, I committed myself to running. Three times a week, rain or shine, I was lacing up those bright pink shoes, finding my worst iPod music and heading out the door. (I figured if I listed to something awful it would be motivation to move faster so I could turn it off.) The first time I ran in VA I was chased by a dog. That little son-of-a-bitch scared the hell out of me! I didn't even hear him barking- Miley Cyrus tormenting me, and all. Be careful what you wish for. 
I have been running for almost a month now and I have news for you beginning running enthusiasts. It doesn't get any better. I still hate it. My dad and I were discussing the "runner's high" the other day. You know, that feeling that you just don't ever want to stop? I don't know that feeling either. I think it's a myth. I always want to stop. BUT... In small ways I guess I'm making progress... I ran on Sunday and actually thought about something other than how much further I had to go, how I would rather poke myself in the eye, or how I really wished one leg was longer than the other so I could give up this ridiculous "hobby". Baby steps, right? 
To my husband- although I still despise you for being so happy on that sunny morning in Hawaii- I love you enough to keep at this. To Miley Cyrus- keep on singing, girl. You're doing wonders for me.