Some people love to run, and it's therapy for them, and some people can't stand it. And I just feel like there's so much in our society where you're judging yourself based on what you think you need to do.
I'm asthmatic. I was a lot bigger back then, and I still get winded on stage today. But I've learned how to pace it now. I have musical breaks in there.
I've got a shadow on the lung as a result of being in intensive care, so I find running quite hard. I breathe mainly through my mouth because my nose is damaged, so I keep swallowing flies.
I feel like there was a belief that I couldn't play more than 10 minutes in the league because of asthma or because of anything.
I got Osgood-Schlatter disease in my knees because my bones were growing quicker than my muscles, and it's hard to get out on the training pitch; then, afterwards, you're in agony every single time you play football.
There was something in my brain when it came to exercising - my stomach would churn, my heart would go and beat funny. I'd be like: 'I just don't want to do this.'
I'm a hot mess when it comes to any physical activity. My body just pours sweat. Not a lot of people know, but I always have my trusty inhaler with me. When I start to have even a little bit of an asthma attack, I just start dripping sweat. It's my body's emergency system.
For years I felt that I didn't have enough stamina and then, four years ago, I felt like I was not getting enough air but I was diagnosed with exercise-induced asthma. The medicine for asthma never worked.
My wife Kris and I enjoy keeping an active lifestyle, so it's hard to imagine what it would be like if breathing problems kept me from participating in the activities I love to do. But that's exactly what happens to many people who develop COPD, or chronic obstructive pulmonary disease.
For years, I swore I couldn't work out because my own sweat gave me a rash.
I can't run on treadmills; they drive me nuts.
The idea that you would not only exercise but that you would enjoy it is very difficult for me to understand. I just hate it.
I was born asthmatic so came into boxing with deficiencies.
I'll exercise in spurts, usually inspired by a dress that I have to fit into. But once that gown is squeezed into, if I continue to exercise, I get sick or I pull my back. For some reason my body literally rejects exercise.
