Athleticism (or a lack thereof)
Homigod, running is so not my thing. Not at all. Asthmatic and generally out of shape, and yet still I decide to go running. Why do I do this? I must be insane. That must be it. I mean, theoretically (and before I actually go out running), I can appreciate the ways in which it benefits my health and well-being and general in-shape-ness, but really? Fuck it.