Today was hard. The alarm clock went off at 4am, and I was not at all mentally ready. I wondered again why I was doing what I was doing. If anyone could find a valid excuse to get more rest, it was me. I have an almost 2 year old, and was babysitting a 2month old beginning at 6:30 that morning, but I got up, got dressed, brushed me teeth-- while not at all mentally ready. The weekend had been relatively painless, compared to not being able to walk the Sat before. But today there were new workouts, and when working out I got that nausea feeling I had gotten on day one. I was not a happy camper. (hehe) I needed serious motivation. Thank God for "M", who I can always count on. Sometimes you need a partner in pain. There are times when I know I would have gone half at it, but somehow with a partner in it all you can get to the best mental place-- that place that makes you just keep on going, that reminds you that your legs aren't really going to give out. Your breath won't really leave you. Just keep moving. And when you get to that point where you have mentally decided to push yourself, that's when you feel strong.