I do not particularly enjoy running. I’m also not very good at it. On a good day, I run three miles with a couple walking breaks mixed in. On a bad day, I run one mile before rewarding myself to an overpriced smoothie. The buildup to running is dreadful — finding clean exercise clothes, putting on tennis shoes, walking to the park. I hate knowing that in just a few minutes, I’ll be sweating and panting, counting down the seconds until I get to stop.