There is if you're me.

I often find tears in my eyes as I'm nearing the end of a workout. Not because it hurts; not because it was hard. Because I did it.

I fought though every voice in my head that said QUIT and kept going anyway.

I fought through every ache, every twinge, every bit of soreness and kept going anyway.

I fought through the late hour, the early hour, the cold, the heat and kept going anyway.

I fought through every excuse I could think of to make me quit and I finished. I wasn't the fastest and I wasn't first. But I was a finisher; not a quitter.

And that makes me pretty damn awesome!!