When I needed to stop running, I decided to try swimming. I trekked down to the local gym and spent some time in the pool alongside the aqua joggers. That first session was memorable, to say the least.
Learning to ride a bike as a kid was a process. I don’t remember much of the process (or otherwise repressed most of it). All that remains are grainy film strip images of rising over hills and coasting down with occasional falls and scraped knees. Thank goodness my parents didn’t let me quit.
While certainly the easiest and most natural of activities, I would say that running is likely one of my weaker sports.