So after a combination of lack of motivation, bad weather and not enough time in the day I finally ventured back out after missing at least 10 days of running. I Started well, full of enthusiasm, then I stopped to jog on the spot as a car was coming, he kindly stopped to let me cross & off I sprint only to feel myself stumble. I almost save it twice but no such luck, I feel myself falling over in the middle of the road. It's so horrible knowing it' going to happen and not being able to stop, and it was so much worse because there was no mud, I just fell over my own feet and someone was watching me. Judging by my grazed knee I think I hit the ground on my knees first, followed closely by my hands (no gloves on today) before finishing it off with my left temple bumping gracefully against the tarmac. The damage to my pride was so much worse though.
On the plus side the man was very nice and said he was a "fellow runner" so maybe I looked like a runner rather than someone who can't even cross the road! I'm also quite pleased with myself for managing to brush myself off and complete the run instead of heading to a friends house for tea and sympathy.
Here's hoping the next one starts a bit more competently.