I had to stop jogging. My legs felt as if they were rapidly turning into stone. It had been two weeks since I exercised. I had let myself wallow in depression after a lost friendship, if it was even that. Now, as I stopped my momentum to walk, I was surprised my face didn’t kiss the concrete ground. The dopamine started to kick in. As I let out a hard breath, a beautiful shirtless guy jogged past me from behind. With angular shoulders atop a well-sculpted body he moved with grace and efficiency, his hair flowing at the sides. Suddenly life seemed beautiful again. My legs felt weightless and I flew forward.