The temperature dropped about 10° from last week, down to 64°. In LA we call that cold. Sorry rest of the country, we’re spoiled!

For me that means under the covers with the space heater blasting (we have no central air and poor insulation). So I’m especially proud that I went out and did my little run/walk thing again. Not so proud of my diet this past week. But celebrations always end up with runs to Jack in the Box, right? Meh. I’m disappointed too. I hate myself and will be hiding under a rock for a while.

As for the run? I shaved a whole two minutes off my per mile average. Which means there’s a little more green on my map this week. Oh and Jen? You were totally right about the ankle pain/burning. It wasn’t completely gone this time but it didn’t feel as debilitating as last time when thoughts of needing my foot to be amputated ran through my head. Exaggerate much? Yes.

I’m excited because I actually feel that when people tell you that it gets easier.. it actually does. They’re totally not liars. I’m probably never going to love it, but I’m okay with hating it a little less.