Thing is, I'm not a runner at all. I blame it on my asthma, which might sound lame but I was officially diagnosed with exercise- and environment-induced asthma. When I was a kid, the environment wreaked the most havoc on my breathing; spring and fall were killer, when all the pollen and weeds and stuff were out full force. But exercise never seemed much of a problem, probably because I was always riding my bike or jumping rope or skating or swimming or doing whatever seasonal activity seemed appropriate. Although I do remember that when we had to run in gym class, I was pretty useless.
Nowadays, it's the opposite: even in the middle of a humid, smoggy Toronto summer, I can breath just fine. Sometimes the damp, chilly winter weather gets to me but that's rare. It's the exercising that can leave me gasping. But I still haul my ass onto that elliptical and I recently got myself a Ventalin inhaler, which keeps my airways from closing up when I overdo it. This means I have no more excuses for not trying to run.
In fact, this past week at the gym I keep saying, "Maybe today I'll hop on the treadmill for a little jog" but then I chicken out. What if someone sees me? (Of course they will - it's a big gym.) What if I look silly? (Really, who cares?) What if I fall down gasping for air? (Well, then people will see me and think I look silly but if I take a pull on the inhaler, all should be good.) So I'm going to try.
This is one resolution that I might actually get to before April 1.
Resolution #3: Stop running from the idea of running. (Heh, pun. I'm awesome.)