I was on the final uphill of my 30 min consolidation run. The lane is a little narrow but easily enough space for a car and a runner. A driver approached me from behind getting slower and slower. I waved him past but he stuck there. So I pulled over a bit more, hit a patch of loose gravel and fell over like a bag of spuds.
It turned out to be a friend who wanted to wave me Good Morning!
It was difficult to be angry, but I’ve had to clean a nasty graze on my knee and apply alcohol antiseptic. Yikes!