Legs

I've gotta tell you, I'm pretty proud of some of the changes I've made to my body over the past few years. I suppose it wouldn't surprise you too much to learn that I'm most proud of my legs. I don't even know if you're into legs, lol, but apparently jogging a million miles a week does a lot of good for them. Who could have guessed?! The rest of my body, too…

You know… if you had happened to look out your window at just the right moment the other morning before you left for your trip… You could have seen me go jogging by, the bare skin of my chest, shoulders, and back glistening with both rain and sweat.

You know.

If you're into that sort of thing.

But anyhow.

I do sometimes wish I could do more with my belly, though. At some point, I suppose I'll have to just accept that I'm a man in my late 40s, and there's a limit to what can reasonably be done. I should be happy about the fact that my doctor was very happy with the trajectory of my weight for a few years, then equally happy at where it ended up leveling off a couple of years ago.

I'd been trying to be fitter since before I even met you. I wasn't as religious about my jogging back then, but I did jog (which I think you knew… I remember you talking to me about that Zombie run you did one time, ages ago…). It was in part just because I felt I needed to, but also… just a few months before I moved here, the doctor I was seeing at the time sent me to a cardiologist because she detected an arrhythmia. The cardiologist, for his part, listened to my heart then told me I shouldn't even be stepping into his office for at least another 15 years and sent me on my way with the general advice of “be more active.”

I sure didn't want to have to see him again for a long while, so… I took his advice to heart (oof, sorry). Did C25K (for the first of a couple of times). Lost a bunch of weight, but was still far heavier than I am now…

And then moved in down the street from you.

Fast-forward nearly a decade, during which time I sometimes jogged, sometimes did long-distance bike rides, oftentimes did nothing at all…

I didn't even see a doctor again until after I crashed my bicycle that one time (and thinking about that always brings back this one particular memory… “Oh, you guys aren't friends on Facebook?” and then we both just kinda looked at each other for what felt like a loooooong moment before the conversation moved on…). The silver lining to it is that I now go see my doctor on a regular schedule. Never heard another complaint about my heart, though, aside I suppose from one time being asked if my heart rate is usually so low… 🤷‍♂️

Anyways, this is really getting to be a bit long-winded… I didn't exercise at all for a while after that. But then that cute little crush I'd been harboring for you over all of these years turned into… something else. An all-consuming force. A mighty beast… a mighty beast that turned out to be the most beautiful mighty beast the human imagination could possibly conceive.

Love. It turned into straight-up love.

And suddenly I had an even stronger motivator to get into shape than just being happy with my own health.

I wanted to look good, for you.

So I started jogging again, even more than I had before. I also added weight training to my off days. It helped that this was in the middle of the Covid shutdowns… I didn't have anywhere to be, anywhere to take the kids. My company was one of few which thrived during that time, but it was still relaxed, in terms of the amount of work that was expected.

And I've stuck with it. Both because of how happy I am with the results, and how badly I want to make sure I'm around to eventually hopefully meet some grandkids someday (a long, long time from now), but also because I ended up learning to enjoy the exercise. Yeah, turns out I'm one of those crazy people who likes to run. Who could have seen that coming?

But I also like to think that you might appreciate the results, too. I hope that you do.

But I also sort of suspect… Maybe not only do you like me a bit, but you might be a bit like me… if that makes sense.

I know I've sort of mentioned this a bit here and there, but I don't think I've ever just written it out, so here goes…

The work that you have done on your body is incredible and is absolutely, fully appreciated. Not to put too fine a point on it, but right now you are smokin'.

But, love. I have always been far too attracted to you. I have always, since the day we met, thought you were ridiculously beautiful and sexy as hell, at every step along the way. As finely sculpted as that thing of yours is right now (and I do hope that you trust when I say that it is F-I-N-E fine…), there has never been a point since we met where I wouldn't've been happy as a clam to have you back it up to me, or put it on me, or sit it………

………well, you know.

I mean, if those were acceptable things for people in our positions to do. Of course.

I suppose my point is… Whatever your motivations have been, I think we both have reason enough to be proud of ourselves. I think we've both done fantastic work on ourselves.

But, while I probably shouldn't speak for you…

I also think we both just… love each other. In whatever shape we're in.

Well, for myself anyways, I can say for sure that I am always going to think that you're hotter than the sun. I just said a moment ago that you're smokin' right now, but the truth is that I've always thought that you were smokin', and I'm always going to think that you're smokin'. As far as I'm concerned, you just… are.

It's just a fact of life: ⭐️ is smokin' hot, the sexiest woman on the planet, hands down.

Anyways… I'm not sure where to go from here so I'll just wrap it up by saying that I love you, and maybe always have, and definitely always will.

Yours,
♒️

PS — Guess I found a few words, huh? lol.