5 miles down, 10 miles to go this week for my goal. I was thinking as I was running, 3 miles a day every day this week would get me 15 miles. So for every mile over 3 that I go in a day, that is a mile UNDER 3 that I can go another day. I know it is silly since I'm pretty much planning to go 5 miles on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and 1 mile on Tuesday and Thursday (thus BEATING my goal) but for some reason it always appeals to my mind to think that I'm getting ahead and doing my work early. I was feeling quite proud of myself during my run today because while I was running I was watching people come up to the machines, start their workouts, finish their workouts and leave and I was still there. Yes folks, I'm that amazing. I know! This morning was 'interval' training kinda like Sara had mentioned. I would run a little at 5.5 MPH and then sprint sections at 7.0 MPH. At least, I did that until it got hard and I wussed out and stopped going up to 7.0. I think that was somewhere between the first quarter of a mile and about 2 miles in. I've decided, Sara, that the difference here being that you could've probably outrun me while you were 9 months pregnant. Plus, I highly suspect that you enjoy running while I just enjoy being able to say that I ran. I still finished the 5 miles somewhere in the 50:20 range still.

This weekend was every bit as exciting as I had hoped. I almost forgot the carnival on Friday but thankfully I remembered while driving home from picking the kids up at daycare. It was a madhouse and while I know Gavin is glad that we went, I'd be hard pressed to say that the effort was worth it. The one highlight was that Jessie and Asher and Gavin all got to go in the jumping castle there and you should've SEEN the little one's faces!! Gavin also enjoyed the giant blow up obstacle course. The lowlight was walking blocks because there is never enough parking for all the parents on nights like this and it was raining and windy and freezing and I had Ash in a stroller and was trying to hurry Jessie along. Yuck.

Sat we all went out during the day to get the kid's hair cut. Yes, I cut Ash's mullet off. I've been resisting because he hasn't had that first haircut and those little curls in the back just made him seem like such a baby to me. I don't know why his hair refuses to grow in the front but either way, we did give him a typical little boy cut. He looks so totally different now. Jessie was very into going to get her hair cut but then when we got there she did the shy thing. I just needed her bangs trimmed anyway so it wasn't a big deal. She finally has normal hair now that doesn't look like she cut half of it off herself. (Because, ya know, she DID.)

After dinner when Kris was home I left to do my upgrade at work. Have you seen that horror movie where the woman is working all alone in a dark medical building and people start attacking her with the surgical scissors? No? Well, apparently it is terrifying because I nearly died while working in the dark cleanroom all by myself. This is the place where we put the sewing rings onto the heart valves and it is a sterile room. You have to gown up and put these booties on your feet and everything. Each station has all sorts of sharp objects for sewing purposes along with the computers that I had to upgrade. It was dark, quiet, and totally creepy as hell. I finally finished everything around 2AM. *Shiver* I think I'm scarred for life really. Thankfully though, there never actually was a large figure dressed all in darkness - or - at least - he never attacked if he was there.

Sunday went well with very few problems reported from work. Gavin has finally gotten to the age where he has neighborhood friends that are in and out of the house all day long. This is great in that I've really wanted him to have more friends and all that. It is annoying because the house is full of ~8 year old boys and, naps get difficult. I ended up kicking them all (Gavin included) out of the house for Ash's nap. Now, here's the other issue - Jessie. My 3 year old is infatuated with her big brother's friends. She follows them everywhere and participates in everything they play. On one hand, my heart melts watching these older boys and Gavin not only including Jessie in their play but encouraging it. They were dressing up in costumes and they were helping Jessie put on her snow princess costume (which along with all the fighter boys made me think very much of star wars) and giving her a very large nerf dart shooter. (We lost the darts precisely .054 seconds after we got the guns and always do. They were just for imagination, not actually shooting.) Yes, it is sweet that they include her. Um - but - I foresee trouble in the future. A 5 year age gap - plenty of boys 5 years older than her in and out of the house all day.... and OH MY do the boys seem drawn to her even now. Hopefully Gavin and Jessie don't have issues with all that as she gets older.

You may have noticed I'm back at 160. I think my body seems to just settle there. This weekend I know I was too busy to really eat the way I should've. I tried a little bit but mostly I just ate whatever was easy. Turns out, ice cream is REALLY easy. It is even easier if you put chocolate syrup over it. Hopefully my 15 miles this week will put a dent in that but even if it does, how long before I'm back to 160? If I'm here forever though, I'm happy enough with that. We'll see how it goes.

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