When I was a kid, I was most definitely the one picked last for kickball. Chess team? I’m your gal. But anything that involved an element of coordination or physical exertion, nope. No way. Not my wheelhouse. As I got into high school I realized that some element of activity was going to be necessary to look the way I wanted to look. Forget how it could made me feel- at that point I had never considered that exercise could make you feel anything other than sweaty and miserable. I wanted to look good in bikini. So I’d pop in...