On Tuesday, I had a fast and short (3 miles) run scheduled. I was only able to run 0.8 miles until I had to stop due to my gag reflex getting the best of me. Here's what went down (from the beginning): I've been hassling my husband to get his ass into the gym for quite some time now. He's attempted working out a few times, but never knows what to do so he quits. I've tried setting him up with a personal trainer and he did go a few times, but he quit as he felt he didn't have time to go. He also didn't even really attempt to complete the assigned work- outs on his own.