Tonight I was crying in the locker room after my workout. I don't know why--I was just down all day. Tired but not from a lack of sleep. Struggling with sadness. When I exercise, those feelings get even stronger--my resistance to the feelings melts away with my workout.
Normally I go into a bathroom stall and sit on the toilet to bawl. Today I was just frozen in place, sobbing and sweaty. It's not a very busy locker room.
I looked up to see a woman had approached me. She put a generous pile of tissue in front of me.
"Whatever it is," she said, "it's going to be okay."
She had her own issues. Her own life. And she took a moment to be kind and encouraging to me when I needed to hear exactly that.
So tonight I'm telling you, too: It is going to be okay.