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. 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. The delayed adrenaline started to kick in. Suddenly life seemed beautiful again. My legs felt weightless and I flew forward.