Trading bars for barbells, restaurants for running... why my generation’s idea of a perfect date is absolute hell to me

How did your father and I meet? Well, we both went to a dating running club and our hands brushed as we reached for the electrolyte drinks at the end. He then followed me on Strava and we started giving each other kudos on our runs. Then we bumped into each other at the finish line for the parkrun, he offered me his foil cape, and the rest is history!