For 12 years, I have run 3 times a week. But I'm not a natural runner. Every step is earned. I will never win a race. I will never enter a race. I keep at it because I need to do it, both for my physical health and my mental health. It's what I do.
My children, however, have an innate talent for running. They have long legs (where those came from I have no idea) and natural gaits and I can see how far they could go (figuratively and literally) if they choose to develop their abilities. But they can't stand it. Oh sure, Sammy doesn't mind running a mile in PE class every now and then, but the interest ends at the finish line. Sabrina would prefer not to push off the starting line.
I hope that one day this will change and they might pick up running, at least for enjoyment or health or stress management or whatever. No pressure. Just a little sweat. I wouldn't mind a running buddy (as long as they don't leave their old mom in the dust).