I used to hate running. It took running regularly for over a year and a half before I could admit that I liked it. People who run always seemed to strong and powerful. Thats how I feel when I'm out running. It kind of amazes me that I'm part of that club now, because I never thought I was that kind of person. When I can't run (or even when I'm just going for a walk instead) I'm jealous of the runners. Out of breath, sweating, sore, tired, its great. When I am running, I like meeting other runners, making eye contact as we pass by, maybe a giving a tiny nod or half smile. Its like a secret handshake.