I used to make fun of people who would say things like, "My leg is killing me, it's going to rain." But, alas, I have become one of those people. I broke my leg in September of 2007. It was my first broken bone, and I have to say it sucked really bad. The fact that I walked almost two miles on my broken leg didn't help much. That day taught me two things. One: never hike alone. And, two: don't fall while hiking.
When I got the cast off, I thought I'd bounce right back. But, I was still limping a month later. After a while, the limp cleared up and I thought I was fine. But, then, out of no where, it happened. This mysterious, dull, aching pain in my leg. A few hours later, I'll be damned if it didn't rain. I thought it was a fluke, but it kept happening. Like some kind of bizarre bone barometer, my leg acts up every time the weather changes.
So, that's me. I can tell you, my leg is killing me right now. Take that for what you will. Don't say I didn't warn you.