10:45 - Wake up, try go get G to make a plan for our first training run together before he's had coffee, bicker, cry.
11:45 - Learn that a foot of snow will descend starting around 4 p.m., redouble my efforts to set a time for training run while G is distracted by minor things like preventing our roof from leaking (which it did terribly the last time it snowed), bicker, yell, scream, run out the door with the parting shot of "Fine, I'll just train by MYSELF, then, I don't NEED you!"
12:00 - Ride the subway to the gym on the verge of tears because I can't do this by myself and I do need him.
1:00 - Stop running 1.5 miles into what's supposed to be a 3 mile run because
A. I'm too emotional to run.
B. I'm coming down with a cold.
C. My legs are really sore.
D. I'm a quitter!
1:30 - Ride the subway home on the verge of tears because I'm a quitter.
2:00 - Weep on G's shoulder because I didn't run far enough, will never be able to complete the run, am getting sick, will invariably gain double what I've lost, die of fatness.
2:30 - Send G to the grocery store for "bread and chocolate" with the vow that "I'm going to eat whatever I want!"
3:00 - Decide to watch Pineapple Express and pat myself on the shoulder because I don't smoke, pot or otherwise.