Rain and more injuries

It was raining twice this week. And I don't mean a bit of drizzle, that can actually be nice to run in, it was bucketing it down. I decided to take a leaf out of Paul's book and went down to my mum's gym to use the treadmill. It turns out my left foot isn't too keen on the treadmill. I did a forty-minute run and an hour run, and by the end of it I had a dull ache on the outside of my left foot. I think it is something to do with having a different gait on a treadmill, or just that I'm not used to running on one.

Why does my body keep telling me how little it thinks of running? I have only just managed to get over pulling a muscle in my thigh, my toenail has died and fallen off, and now my FOOT doesn't like the exercise. I refuse to give in, however, my body can like it or lump it.

When I told Paul, he reckoned I was a hypochondriac. Now, however, we are just about to go out for a run after a night out last night and he is complaining about a swollen knee after his efforts on the dancefloor, and a hurt wrist (How do you hurt your wrist on a dancefloor exactly?). Yeah, I'm the hypochondriac.