When I took up running, my husband didn't want to try it. I had to talk him into it for 2 month.
When he finally came with me, he ran the whole 3 k that I had been struggling with for 2 month in the first try, and when he had finished, turned around and picked me up somewhere in the middle and finished again...

He's been pushing me ever since and I think I wouldn't even have tried biking without him being so supportive. On our stair and hill runs, when I want to stop, he is pushing me litterally - one hand on my back and pushing us BOTH up that hill. And I hate him and love him for that at the same time

Happy Valentine's Day to you too