I've never seen the attraction of running for pleasure, (okay, when the endorphins kick in - I can see the pleasure in that). I'm not a health and fitness freak, I'm a little over weight, over 50, I smoke and have the occasional drink or two, yet running for a bus or sprinting upstairs has never been a problem up until now...
Yesterday I drove to the supermarket and couldn't quite manage to walk a full-lap of those aisle of plenty without stopping for a rest in between, and to my utter dismay my wife had to drive us home (the clutch on my car may never be the same again - I never knew it could make smells like that
). This is an unusual and alien situation for me as I am recouperating from a minor operation and fully expect this to be remedied when I have fully recovered, but it has brought home rather graphically what it must be like to be incapacitated and unhealthy. And I have to say I do not like it. I cannot say this has spurred me on to take up jogging (or buy that Wii-fit the girls are pestering me for), but I fully intend to stay as physically fit as is practically possible once I am back on my feet. I'm willing to go that extra yard each day by parking the car further down the drive.
Having said that, I guy I worked with died while out running - he was younger and fitter than me, didn't smoke and rarely drank, so I guess moderation is the key.