Forget everything I’ve said about how you should go out running when you first think about it and get it over and done with, because on Sunday more procrastination was needed. In fact more procrastination would have saved me from a most peculiar running injury.

In case you didn’t look out a window at the weekend (or look at twitter where jokes about building arks and hosepipe bans were staging their own downpour) it rained a LOT. There’s nothing sadder than the sight of a runner dressed head to toe in Lycra and staring out of the window willing the weather to improve, so it was put to me that I should ‘suck it up and just run’. Runners had, after all, been doing Manchester and Milton Keynes marathons all morning.

Armed with more waterproof kit than your average North Sea trawler, I headed out into the rain only for the worst to happen: it stopped raining and got sunny. ‘Surely that’s good news?’ you may think. You’d be wrong. I was a mile from home with 15 miles still to go. It was a choice between heading back and dropping off my excess kit or carrying it with me for more than two hours. Another 10 minutes of procrastination would have rectified this situation.

As the weather is predictable only by its unpredictability right now, I carried on with various items of clothing stuffed in my pochets or tied round my waist. Testing out a new route meant I was carrying my phone with me. This was in my pocket and, given my jacket was round my waist, bashed against my thigh for 15 miles. It was pretty annoying. Especially the next morning when I woke up with a golf ball-sized black bruise on my thigh.

So that’s the story of how I got my most unusual running injury to date. Now tell me yours…