I missed my first ever run this week. I got a call at work on Thursday morning to say that if I wanted to interview Gemma Hayes she was playing a gig in Portsmouth that night, and I could meet up with her beforehand. Sso I pegged it back to Brighton and then jumped on a coast train, which fortunately took quite a long time to get there. (I hadn't prepared any questions or anything).

It went really well, she was lovely - very chatty and normal. But I didn't get home till gone 10pm, it was pissing with rain and I decided that the world wasn't going to end if I missed one 3 mile run. I hope that proves to be the case.

9 miles today. I chickened out and did it in the gym as, again, it was pouring with rain. Lashing it down. Christ, nine miles on a treadmill on a Saturday afternoon, staring at John McCririck on a wall of TV screens is not my idea of fun. Thankfully I had my ipod. Ran the first six miles non-stop, walked for a couple of minutes and then ran the final three. It was all fine except for the last ten or so minutes of the first hour, by which point my feet were totally numb. Why oh why does this happen, I've not heard anyone else say they get this problem.