Gym rat with a sentimental streak

I'm thirty-one and I spend five mornings a week at a gym off Briggsmore, which makes me sound like a bro but I promise I'm a softie who cries during Pixar movies. I work in insurance, I'm single after a four-year relationship that ended because he didn't want to get married and I did, and there's not much more to say about that. I want someone who takes care of himself without being obsessed. A man who'd go on a hike with me on a Saturday and then eat a burger after without calculating the macros. I'm disciplined and goofy in equal measure, and I want someone who can hold both of those things at once. If you're all seriousness, we won't work.