My first run in proper rain. All was going well - my Brooks Vapor 3's were sticking to the wet pavement like you know what to a blanket.
Then - suddenly - my right foot came down on a metal man hole cover and WOOOSSSSHHHH - my right leg flew out backwards from underneath me like Anton Du Beke dancing a reverse Tango.
I found myself hopping on my left leg like a demented stork, trying to stay upright. My right arm was "windmilling" like Pete Townsend playing guitar.
I managed to get my right leg back in play and found myself lurching forward - head and neck outstretched, arms flapping by my sides - you'd have thought I was a duck trying to take off! A bemused dog walker [and the dog] looked on as I careered past them.
Slowly I managed to regain control of my wayward limbs and got back into my pace - my heart was pounding like a drum roll. Eventually I continued gracefully on my way - like Dell Boy when he regained his composure after falling through the bar in Only Fools and Horses [mange tout Rodney, mange tout].
I'm pretty good at spotting and dodging - leaves, sticks, dog poop, swan poop, banana skins and the like. I've now added man hole covers to my list of things that could bring me down!
Invader of counties, evader of poo, I will defeat my nemesis. Week 8 run 2, the run without battle dog. 
Forgive me father for I have sinned. 
Week 7 done..✅
First post grad run
TOE BACK IN WATER EXCLUSIVE!!
