My sister loves to run. My husband loves to run. My friends love to run. I hate to run. I like to breathe, and it’s hard to breathe when I run. I also get sweaty. If the sun is out, I have to slather myself with sunscreen, which then runs into my eyes when I get sweaty. It burns. My running gear (aka old t-shirt and sweatpants) doesn’t match my running shoes. That burns too. So I don’t run. Instead, I work out in my unfinished basement, beneath the dangling cobwebs – forever alone.Then I read an article in Prevention about exercising with your pet.