I'm laying on a table with my knees up like I'm about to get a pelvic exam as my physical therapist says (not quietly enough), "Now. Close your vagina. Contract your lower abdominals, and squeeze your butt cheeks."
There is probably a special section in the Laws for Dating that states that one must never allow any healthcare provider to accrue Crush Points.
I first fell in love with the magical field of physical therapy when I was a teen barely beginning my undergraduate education. I was experiencing some unfortunate repercussions from my childhood back injury and had reached out to a local chiropractor for help. I wasn't making much progress with her so she referred me to a local exercise physiologist who specialized in injury recovery. I checked his credentials and he held a degree in kinesiology.
I do wear one of those fancy FitBits, though, which means I at least have some sort of aspiration to exercise. I go to the park across the street a couple times a week to "get my steps in". There I see young people and old people and couples and dogs and even kids jogging along looking all glowy with the sweat of a fit person, and I think to myself, "It must be nice to be so strong and awesome like that." I get uber jealous of runners sometimes.