I am not a runner

I decided to go for a run today. To see if I was still as bad at running as I was ten years ago. And guess what, I am. I still hate running. I wish I loved running, so this year my goal is to not hate it so much. In a moment of insanity, I signed up for the Dirty Dash in June, figuring 6 months  will be plenty of time to get myself up to being able to run 4 miles. And.... I couldn't even run around the entire block today without stopping to walk a couple of times. Now, I ran MOST of the way, and wanted to pass out when I got to the front door. I have a lot of work to do. I thought, hey, running around the block will give me an idea of what I need to work on. I need to work on:
1. breathing
2. continuing to breathe while running.
3. not stopping while I run
4. lots and lots and lots of cardio
5. weight training so my legs don't collapse
6. carrying kleenex with me because running makes my nose run as well...

I've never been a regular exerciser, either, because I get bored. I prefer doing things that also happen to be exercise, like hiking, chasing my one year old down the halls at church on Sundays, playing Just Dance on the Wii and this year at work, I scheduled my students so I would have to do LOTS of walking up and down the halls and stairs at school to work with them.  I used to get up Saturday mornings with my Dad and hike 5-10 miles in Logan Canyon in the summer. And when we moved here, my dad and I went on as many hikes as we could. I can hike and hike and hike, but I can't RUN. I probably can't really hike right now, either, as I'm clearly out of shape. It's hard to get motivated to pack up and go into a mountain when you know you have to carry a human wearing a diaper on your back and they could vomit or poop on you at any minute, and may start screaming hysterically when you're 5 miles away from the car.
Now that I'm only 2 months from being 30, my body isn't quite as fabulous as it used to be. I've never really had to be concerned about my weight, but those days are eventually going to come to an end, sooner rather than later, and having children does a number on your bod, although I actually prefer my curves I've developed as a result to how skinny I was when I got married. Except for the stretched out skin hanging from my belly, which will likely never go away, but I'm okay with that, because it tucks nicely into my jeans.... okay, TMI.
I'm lucky to live in Oregon, where you can pretty much run around outside year round, as long as you don't mind rain. Except I don't like running. I might be speed-walking the dirty dash.