I am a sensual being. I live experience to experience. I breathe novelty and eat thrills. I don't really care what level of fitness my partner has, as long as he's not emaciated, willfully derailing himself, nor holding me back from my wellness goals, nor keeping me from experiencing new sensations, and absorbing new sights, sounds, and flavors from life.
I go to the gym almost every day, sometimes twice. I don't care if he doesn't want to join me; I'd only care if he wanted to stop me. I'm an avid bird watcher. I don't care if he finds my nature walks boring, as long as he either leaves me to my own volition, or comes along and is silent and doesn't scare the birds. If he comes with, which I'd prefer, he has to be healthy enough to keep up with me in the swamp. I guess it's helpful for him to be stronger than I am. If I miss my class and have to do my heavy lifting by myself, he should be willing and able to spot me. Also, I like rock wall climbing. My ideal partner doesn't have to climb, but he needs to be willing and able to belay.
Before I was active, I was looking for a partner who was far more active than I, and in way better shape. I wanted him to inspire me, and teach me to be the kind of person I wanted to be. Now, I've made my changes, and I'm happy to inspire my dude to get up and do stuff, or come back from doing my thing and find he's kept a place warm for me on the couch. I'm a sensual being. There's nothing like a snuggle on a soft, warm sofa.