It's okay to cry

Today was a tough day.  I haven't mentioned it yet, becuase I am so familiar with quitting the gym, that I didn't want to tell anyone.  Well, here it is, I have been going to the gym Monday - Thursday for the past couple weeks.  I have a great trainer and he works me hard enough, but not to hard that I pass out.  I do puck though... I know, not very ladylike.  Well, this morning I was crying before I even got out of bed.  I was sore and did not want to go.  Well, thanks to my husband, I went, I needed a little push.  I cried all the way there and my poor trainer thought someone had died.  Well, needless to say, I spent the next hour working out while crying.  Don't ask me why today was so tough, but at the end of it all, I can say "I worked out today and didn't quit".