Day 266 -151.8

Since a few of you mentioned it yesterday, here's the scoop on the percentiles--

Luke is in the 90th percentile for his weight and 75th percentile for his height. Out of all 2 year olds, he weighs the same or more than 90% of them and he's the same height or taller than 75% of them. Conversely, 10% of 2 year olds weigh more than he and 25% of 2 year olds are taller than he. There endeth the percentile lesson. =)

Basically he's growing like he's supposed to and his growth has progressed normally during his 2 years of life. And he can beat up 3/4 of his fellow 2 year olds. Ha.

So I made it to the gym for a treadmill workout after his doctor's appointment. Barely. I did not want to in the worst way. It's been raining for a couple of days, and like many of you I get messed up without sunshine (gonna have to start sitting under my S.A.D. light again). And that means I'm highly unmotivated and want to go home and park the kids in front of the TV and put my nose in a book.

But I thought of all of you, and what I'd have to say tomorrow (today) on this blog, and how whiny it would sound that I skipped a run because I didn't feel like it. Now, I know, it's totally cool to do this once in a while. Sometimes, not feeling like it is a good thing--the body needs the rest (even Wendy, who took her one rest day this month yesterday).

I, however, was not in need of physical rest, since I'd only logged 1.6 miles this week prior to yesterday. What I needed was a kick in the pants, which I gave to myself in the form of a four mile run on the treadmill. I varied it a TON to keep things interesting--easy running, hard running (a couple of 90 seconds intervals at 8:57 min/mile--lung chucking for me, man), hill running, hill walking, easy walking, moderate running, etc. and so on. My iPod died at mile 3, so the last mile is when I hit it fast and hard just to get it over with.

And afterwards I felt so much better having put in my time and some more miles this week. Honestly, if I weren't running for a reason and didn't have you guys to report to, I don't think I'd have made it at all.

No weights work--those 4 miles were all I had in me. That, and giving the kids each a bath and folding a load of the kids' laundry (when the clothes are small, there's twice as many per load and it takes twice as long to fold as it does adult clothes. Have I mentioned how much I hate doing laundry?) and running the dishwasher and putting Sophie to bed. (Luke, bless him, gets lovingly placed in his crib with his music, his pacifier, and his precious blankie, and we close the door and he goes to sleep on his own. My 6 year old still requires that I lay down with her.... what can I say? She is and always will be my Princess.)

Thanksgiving is one week away. We are going to Indianapolis to celebrate with my husband's family. We're staying in a hotel for 4 nights (driving up Wednesday, coming home Sunday). There is so much to do before we leave (more laundry, darn it), and I need to start this weekend. Thankfully we can drive since it's only 4 hours away, because the amount of crap it takes for a family of four to survive 5 days away from home is insane.