Before Christmas we found ourselves on virtually the same downtown gym schedule. You - dark hair - stairmaster queen. Look of determination, competitiveness, and kindness in your eyes all at once. Me - there purely for preventative maintenance. Tunnel vision...until you. You tried to get on a stationary bike next to mine, but alas, it was broken. I was hoping to challenge you to a stationary road race. No such luck. You casually half-smiled and carried on. Ever since, I see you from time to time, but don't want to be the creep who gives the impression he wants to meet a girl at the gym. But I do. Just wanted to say your half-smiles keep me wondering when our schedules will meet next... —No Motivation Required