There's no denying that running sucks*.
One day I turned around and realized that all the (seemingly) "effortlessly fit" people I hung out with had one thing in common: effing running. Some of them ate healthy diets, some of them ate cheeseburgers every day. Some of them smoked, some of them were vegan, some of them voted Republican. The only common denominators were that:
1) All of them ran at least 3 days a week; and
2) None of them really felt the need to talk about their workout regimen endlessly. There was no excruciating conversations about strength days or what parts of the body they were working today or whether or not they were getting enough cardio, none of that crap.
With them, it was simple. They run at least 3 times a week. That's it. No other complications or considerations.
And so, as much as I hated (and still do hate) running*, it's so blissfully SIMPLE. You can gear up as much or as little as you like. You can do it on vacation or business trips with next-to-no hassle. All you need is a road.
And it's incredibly effective. I'm an ex-P90Xer and frankly, I've seen more of a change in my body since I started my C25K program than I ever saw with P90X.
I spent my whole life being a dedicated non-runner -- basically because I never thought I could do it. But there is joy in doing this thing you think you can't do, and I've felt more of a sense of accomplishment in striving to reach this goal than any other, because I'm conquering that fear.
*Yes, it sucks. For about an hour, three times a week.
But the rest of the time, when I flex my calves and feel the pleasant ache in my thighs, reminding me of my athletic achievements at the track, when I notice the amazing changes happening to my body and when I feel myself growing more and more confident with every mile?
Yeah, the rest of the time, it so totally Does Not Suck!