Whatever your relationship with exercise, it is better than mine.

We used to have such a great time together. You helped me meet people and make friends. You gave us something to do together. 

You helped me through some shit. I used you when I felt lonely or bored or trapped or stressed or sad or angry. You were always there, like a brother when I lost mine. 

You gave me a sense of accomplishment, pride, and confidence. You drove me to compete, to give it everything and more. 

I spent so much of my time with you. Shit, I really miss you. How will I ever expect to get along without you?