It was.... magic.

I found him, my one true love. Or, rather, he found me. It happened on Wednesday the 13th of January in the year 2010. He stepped onto the treadmill next to me and sparks flew. Okay, so I never actually looked in the guy's face, but it was magical nonetheless.

Remember when you used to say you were "married" when swinging at the playground because you matched the buddy next to you? It happens on treadmills, too. We matched step for step for a mile and a half. We most definitely were "married".

It was during those moments that I glimpsed into my future and saw twenty-or-thirty-something-year-old-me running along side my hubby in the very early morning hours, most liking in Colorado or Italy. We'll be fit, happy, and so terribly in love.

Someday my prince will come, and we will run together. But for now, I just pretend.