I go through phases where I'm gung-ho for it. Followed by phases of pure hatred.
Whenever a long period of time passes without running, admittedly, I'm always afraid of that first run.
"It's going to hurt."
"I've lost too much endurance."
"I suck at running, I want to eat peanut butter truffles instead".
But you know what? After that first-run-in-a-while, I'm always surprised.
I don't actually suck that bad. Yah, it was kinda uncomfortable... but I could still physically do it.
Having a good running buddy always helps too.
I don't know what my running future holds for me, but I just know that it feels pretty awesome (and sweaty).