My first stalking injury

If you've ever had a problem getting motivated to work out, I strongly suggest catching a crush on someone at the gym. You'll be amazed how easy it is to lace up those sneakers and go.

I have gone to the gym every single day this week to try to muster up the courage to say hi to a boy I know nothing about. He's not even my type, really – much too clean cut and well, he actually looks like a grown up. There's something about him, though. This is not a new crush – I've been casually scoping him out for quite some time. One day in fact, ages ago, I found myself walking from the subway station next to him. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye. He peeked back, then half-turned his head toward me and opened his mouth to talk. Twice. But then didn't. He was either gearing up to say something to me, or he has a facial tic.

He might have a girlfriend, but guys with girlfriends generally don't work out as much as he does. Unless they're cheating. Now that I have an Icy Hot pad on my knee from working out seven days in a row, I think I might need a new stalking strategy.