Saturday afternoon, around 3pm, I couldn't help but notice you doing floor stretches. You were a middle-aged woman, very fit, brown/burgundy yoga pants, white top, black hat. Shortly after that we crossed paths briefly, and you smiled as we swapped leg machines. That was a few hours ago and I keep thinking about that beautiful smile, and how I would have liked to strike up a conversation, but I was tentative because I don't want to be the creepy guy at the gym that hits on attractive women and makes them uncomfortable.
I don't believe that you were wearing a wedding ring, but I'm not 100% certain on that. I'm about your age, single, and fit. In the one in a million chance that you somehow actually see this, and would be interested in a workout buddy, or a dinner date, then I'm your guy.