I dislike running.
But I dislike being a couch potato more.
Running is a means to an end, for me. I've cut back my diet, stuck to the C25K program (now into C10K) and my goals are in sight.
What are those goals? Well, I've dropped a little more than 20 of the 47 pounds I wanted to lose. I'm on track to run in a pair of races in Florida next month - and the finisher medals for those races have extra meaning to me as I was told, as a child, I'd never walk again.
Something I never expected - my wife commenting on the definition of my legs when running. Before a couple of weeks ago, NOBODY had EVER used the word "definition" when referring to a part of my body...
There are things I want in life. Running is a means to those ends.