It's not what you think, reader. This is not to be a gushy post about the new man in my life.
Over the past few weeks, I've developed a new crush. It's not on any man or woman or even a fictional character or inanimate object. My new crush is...
That's right, I said it. I'm crushing on exercise.
You remember what it's like during those first few weeks or months of a budding attraction...
It's like stepping into a whole new world. It's invigorating and intense. And just like every other time, this time feels different - fresh and bright.
My schedule doesn't matter to me, what matters is seeing my new object of infatuation. If that means getting up at 6 a.m. and going to bed before 10 p.m., I'll do it with no argument.
There is no limit to how foolish I'm willing to look in pursuit of this new beau, either. I'm even willing to sweat and that's asking a lot.
I want to talk about exercise all the time. Most of the time, I hold my tongue but I honestly can't understand why the rest of the world isn't as fascinated as I am.
There have already been some ups and downs and a little pain and I've wondered several times whether this growing attachment would blossom into long-term relationship.
Does exercise like me as much as I like it?
(So far, I think so. :)