It was my junior year of college and I was lacing up my sneakers for the third day that week and dreading what was next- dragging myself around the field in a heroic attempt to become a runner (okay, jogger). Each day was harder than the last, each lap less pleasant. How quickly my New Year's resolution was turning into dread and my willpower becoming a multitude of excuses. As I labored along, I could see a shadow in my periphery. It quickly became an Olympic looking figure gliding effortlessly along. He introduced himself as Paul. Paul was on the track team and he was doing a recovery run, his second workout of the day. I was trying to act nonchalant, but breathing so hard I could barely answer the questions he asked. I managed to gasp "yes" when he asked if we could meet again the next day. It was hard to imagine as I stood breathless, red-faced, and sweaty, that in just a few months I would be hooked on exercise. Click the below button to learn more about how you too can get hooked on exercise. |