Actually, far from it. I was an overweight teenager, who binged on video games every night. I used to tell myself things like “a chubby kid like me couldn't be athletic, or get a girlfriend”. Sensing the need for me to be more active, my parents bought me a stationary exercise bike. I joke with them now saying that if Zwift had been around I could have gone pro. Not knowing what to expect, I realized that I enjoyed exercise and pushing my limits. After a couple of months of cranking on that thing, I developed an itch to start running. I started small, running to the fire hydrant, then around the neighborhood, then a mile, then 2 miles, and so on.
Enter sophomore year of high school. I summed up the courage to join the cross country team. Was I lighting things up? Definitely not, but I enjoyed it despite finishing almost dead last in the first time trial out of 40 kids. This marked the beginning of my respect for process. Training, racing, and pushing my limits were unlike anything I'd done before. Hooked...you bet! Perhaps you've gone through something similar.