The entry in which I complain

I am tired of ankles so sore that when I wake up in the morning, the only way I can get down the steps is the go sideways, step-by-step.



I am tired of watching what I eat. I love food. I love the Unos pizza Montana and I had over the weekend.



I am tired of putting on layers of clothes to run.



I am tired of gray days.



I am just plain tired!



Did I mention my ankles? I am worried about what I am doing to them. And hoping that they don't give up on me before the marathon.