Today M and I went running. We walked half and ran half. He slowed his pace so I could keep up, and when I got upset, told me that it wasn't worth getting upset. I was griping about, WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING FOR THE LAST SIX YEARS? (about the last time I ran, 6 years ago) and he told me that the past is the past, and now I just have to change what I can. Well, I was very winded, but he helped me breathe correctly to make it easier. I can't always go to the gym, so having a little spot to run is nice (even if it is the dog walk - thankfully most people pick up after their dogs because it's written into the lease that you can get into trouuuuble if you don't :)). So in the end, I felt awful but I felt great. Like, if I did this today, why can't I do it tomorrow? And M has made a turnaround by trying to help me in an unproductive way (which only hurt us both) to helping me in a productive way - seeing I am trying, and offering support in very essential ways. I'm happy today.