In the UK I used to run a bit, especially towards the end of my time there. Once, not long before leaving while we were living with the Thomas family I ran further than usual. A fair bit further. That afternoon my feet started to hurt. The next day I woke up and the outside edge of both my feet were black - top and bottom. And walking literally felt like I was stepping on needles. It was so bad I really didnt walk for nearly a week and they actualy were bruised for a whole month!!!
Tonight I went for a run in the rain and the darkness (the best time to run)... Longer than I have been going by a fair margin... I forgot the feet thing... I got out of the bath just now and my right foot is killing me...
Uh oh...
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