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!