During my childhood, I learned to love exercise from my mother. She was a runner. I remember riding my bike alongside her as she trained to run the St. Jude 5K. For years, she squeezed in short runs before a long workday, and when I was in high school, she even ran around the football field during my cheer/dance team practice! Everyone understood that Mom’s exercise time was something she looked forward to, and we saw how happy she was when she was finished, all red-faced and out of breath, but smiling. So when I became a mother, I wanted to follow my mom’s example. In her footsteps, I began running with my eight year old son when he was in kindergarten, and he loves it. But aside from spending time with him, I’m not crazy about running. I find it boring. Unlike my mom and my son, it’s not something that I really love. Dancing is what I love.