I used to love running. I was never really good at it. And I've yet to be able to run a solid mile without stopping to walk some of it. But the challenge of running a little more this time than I did the last time, 3-4 times a week, was such a great motivation for me. And running was one of the only ways I was able to take weight off and keep it off.
Sooooo, fine. Tomorrow I'm going to march my ass down to the 24 Hour Fitness a few blocks from my house and sign my life over to them. If my friend K can run marathons and brave mountain lions (well, apparently her running companion dog is pretty big and scary), I can drag my sorry butt to the gym 3-4 times a week and wheeze on a treadmill.