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Happy Friday, everyone!

I hope you’re enjoying the glorious weather and gearing up for a fantastic weekend.  I’m feeling guilty because tomorrow I will break a promise.  About two months ago during a workout shoot I told Sonya and Steve Cannon I would run the Dam to Dam 5k.  I’m not.  Sonya is doing the 20k, Steve is in the midst of running forty marathons in forty days and I couldn’t even push myself to train for a 5k.  Pitiful.

Here’s the thing.  I HATE RUNNING!!!  For years and years and years and years I have tried to force myself to take up running.  I never stick with it because I despise it so much.  My knees hurt, I can’t breathe, I’m bored, I feel like I’m lumbering along like a rhinoceros among the people who bound along like gazelles … I could make a very long list of the things I hate about running.

I even hated running as a kid.  I’m not talking about playing tag or running around the park – I’m talking about field days.  While many of my classmates were counting down the weeks until they could take to the track, I felt a building sense of unease.  By the time the day actually rolled around I usually felt like throwing up on myself.  I have always been awful at everything related to track and field.  I’m slow.  I don’t have much in the way of endurance.  I’m not coordinated enough to get over a hurdle.  I’m not strong enough to throw a shot put.  My distance in the long jump was laughable.  You get the idea.  I did really well at goofy, team-inspired things like the three-legged race – that’s about it.

Anyway – I feel terrible about breaking my promise to Sonya and Steve (and our viewers), but I am not going to sign up to run anything any time soon.  I’ve decided it’s just not for me. 

To those of you running this weekend – good luck!  I hope it is FUN for you.  Life is too short to do things you hate.