(Lack of) Spartan Spirit Saturday

Well... I had another shitty weigh-in this morning: I was up 0.2 lbs. That is NOT the way the scale is supposed to be moving. I cried a lot. All during Weight Watchers. In the car on the way home. To my mom on the phone. To Dave in the kitchen. I cried it all out. And then I felt so much better.

But that made us later for our workout. And the waterworks almost started again when we got to Zilker Park, and I can thisclose to bailing on our workout entirely. Then I yelled at Dave (!), pouted some, and finally decided to just do the f*cking workout.

Very mature and well-adjusted.

Once we got down to business, the workout was a good one. Our location was perfect: we went north through Zilker for the running part of the workout and had a lovely, grassy spot in the shade under a big ol' tree for the middle section of the workout.

For time:

• Run 1 mile
• 100 pushups
• 200 situps
• 300 squats
• Run 1 mile

What a beast! I loved it, but this was a workout that fought back. Talk about relentless!

My time: 41:40

Then we hiked up the greenbelt to Taco Deli for breakfast and talked some more about my diet, my attitude, my body. I might have been ranting, but the squirrels and trees didn't seem to mind.
By the time I'd finished eating (ham+egg+spinach on corn, mole pork on corn), the only remnant of my meltdown was the red rim around my eyes. The fresh air and bright light worked their magic, and I came to some smart conclusions about how to manage myself during Mission 17. More on that tomorrow in my Spartan/Mission 17 report.

Big hugs of thanks to Dave (a.k.a., the rock) and to the rest of you sweeties who've been sending me words of encouragement and support. I'm a fortunate girl, and you are best-quality friends.