I only I were a runner

When I first started working out almost three years ago I started walking. I walked at least three times a week for a month.
Then I decided I needed to be a runner. Running is easy cardio and you can do it anywhere. You just need your tennies and preferably some workout clothes (which don’t take up much room whether you throw them in a bag and take to work or go on vacation and pack).
I did the run/walk thing for about a week and a half or so. And then I hurt my knee. I rehabed myself and then wondered why I was running. I hate running. I had been working out at the little gym in my work building–which isn’t a bad gym. Soon after that I joined my current gym and mostly take classes, whick keep me working hard and motivated.
Anyway, so the point of my story was … while we were in San Diego I did walk a good amount one day. But that was the most exercise I got. I watched joggers and runners whiz by on the boardwalk in front of our hotel room and it made me wish I was out there, too … enjoying the ocean, sand and weather while getting my exercise.
Maybe someday …