I don't like exercise.
I don't mind activity -- hiking, skiing, running and playing with the kids (okay, so I'm not big on running no matter what form it takes) -- but exercise just for the sake of exercise is just not my favorite thing.
"Exercising" is a relatively new invention. Back in the day, people got their activity from walking, working in the house and the fields, and whatnot.
But things are different now.
My dishwasher washes my dishes (with water that just appears from the pipes), my vacuum cleaner beats the rugs, my washer and dryer take care of the clothes, requiring only the effort from me that it takes to bundle them up, dump them in, grab them out and deliver them to their proper homes. I drive to the supermarket to buy meat and vegetables, and I stand at a quick-cooking electric stove to prepare them.
We have a guy that plows the driveway since it's pretty long and 4 inches of snow would take a LOT more time and energy than we want to expend, but when we just get a couple of inches, we're on our own. So, twice in the last week, I have spent 30 to 45 minutes outside giving myself sore muscles and heart-pumping activity the way that nature intended.
Now I can't say that I enjoy shoveling snow anymore than I enjoy hopping around and grapevining and bending to a DVD, but at least it accomplishes something other than exercising for the fact of exercising.