I have recently taking up something that I swore I'd never do.
Running. For pleasure.
Now, I'm not exactly 'running' at this point. More like kinda-jogging while sweating profusely and actively wanting to die. I feel bad for any unfortunate people who happen to drive or walk by me on these horrifying endeavors. I'm sure it's supremely unpleasant to have to watch a sweaty, jiggly mess of a person panting and sweating and flailing all over the place.
(I tried for like two hours to effectively draw a representation of this, but was unable to capture the true horror of that visual. My apologies.)
See, I always said that I would never run unless something large and scary was chasing me. But then one day it dawned on me - if I didn't run under ideal circumstances, then if I ever *had* to run for my life, I would die. Quickly. So I haul my ass around the neighborhood, wheezing and cursing.
So far, the best thing about running is the cool female voice on my trainer program who says "workout complete" when I can stop running. THAT is a great feeling.