Actually, I don’t hate running. I love it. There are times when I struggle with it, but at my age (I’m 51 this September), I am so respectful of, grateful to, and amazed by my body for being able to push itself beyond my wildest imaginings because of running, that I bang on about how much I love it. All the time. How long I run. How often. How far. What time I go. How many calories I burned. What injuries I have. What injuries I’ve gotten over. Which shoes I love. Which shoes I don’t like. What new gear I’ve bought.