In 1998, my New Year’s resolution was to lose weight. I was 167 pounds, which at under 5’2”, was a major problem. I couldn’t fit into any clothes, and I felt like crap, psychologically and physically. Although I hated exercise, I forced myself to join a gym and began slowly, by walking on a treadmill or riding a bike. After a few months, I wanted to try jogging. I hadn’t attempted to run at all (other than when I was missing a bus or otherwise late somewhere) for years. As a child, I almost died from an asthma attack after I finished in third place in the 880 (?) yard dash during gym class. When I started jogging, I loved it. I knew I’d never be a champion runner, but I loved how I felt when I ran. And I was proud of myself. So it’s a good thing that I didn’t see this fine piece of work, WHY (MOST) WOMEN SHOULDN'T RUN by Michael Boyle, at the time.