As anyone who moved over from my other blog will know, I am prone to weeping both on the way to the gym (hearing Obama’s acceptance speech, for instance) and while actually in the gym (endorphins, no doubt).

In general — and I’m sure you’ll understand — I have cried more than I have ever cried in my life these last 15 months, since E’s diagnosis. That’s just the fact of it.

However, I don’t cry as much as I used to, or as uncontrollably, or without warning. Which is altogether easier to manage!

However. Again. I do still often — VERY often — feel tearful in the gym. The harder I work, the more I cry.

I always listen to music there. And I almost always listen to playlists that E has put together and put on my iPod (sorry, now iPhone!). These two are from his original playlist, made for me about two months before his diagnosis. And they are this morning’s gym weeps. I almost had to get off the bike.

Mainly because I love his passion for life. And I won’t let all this get the best of me. Just as he hasn’t right from the beginning.

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