When I was a teenager spending the summer at my grandparent's house my grandma was reminiscing about me running around in circles in their 4 acre backyard for hours....I was shocked. Something had to have been chasing me. I just don't run. I'd like to, but I don't or I can't...or something of that nature. So she continued to tell me how she loved to run when she was younger because all she ever wanted was to "be free"...so familiar.
.....I listened and replied ,"I'd love to run. I wish I could. I wish I was one of those girls but It's just not my thing."