"Let's go for a run" is a phrase you'd absolutely 100% never hear me say! I hated - no, what's stronger than hate - loathed running. So you can imagine the shock of those around me -and honestly, I think I even shocked myself-when I signed up for the Pittsburgh Half-Marathon. 

 I played soccer growing up and while I enjoyed the short sprints up and down the field, running a long distance was something that never crossed my mind to do -  and it is certainly not something that seemed enjoyable. So, when I met my now-husband in college and found out (once I was already too far into the relationship to turn back) that he ran 5K's and 10K's for fun, I found this information mind boggling. After cheering him on at a few races, he finally convinced me to run a 5k with him. I begrudgingly agreed and with minimal training set off one foot after the other to run my first race. Things were going great until after I crossed the finish line and ended up having an "athletic" induced asthma attack! I was 40 pounds overweight at the time and thankfully, after a few minutes, my lungs stopped turning on me and finally let some air in.