I wish I liked to run. Everybody runs but me, it seems. But not only do I not run, I have no desire to run. So I guess I should want the desire to want the desire to run.
But until running does not make me sweat I will not be doing it. I do not like getting wet, even a little (that officially makes me a cat person, I believe). So swimming is also out. I go to the pool with my kids almost every day but I do not get in. I don’t usually even get in my suit unless the day is a scorcher. We usually go in the evening when the sun is not so burny. Yes, that means I am quite pale even in the summer but a) I have completely made my peace with that and find paleness quite attractive (although pale legs can be hideous, I’ll admit, and b) look at my skin! It’s wrinkle-free! That’s what you get for a lifetime of staying in the shade, people (and having good genetics).
Runners seem to have haggard skin. I mean, who cares if you are thin when your skin is covered with lines and age spots? Hey, that’s what I’m telling myself. That’s yet another fantastic reason not to run. (And if you happen to be a runner with nice skin, just keep it to yourself, OK?)