I just thought I would share a recent dicey moment with you all. As the title suggests, “near death” is perhaps a little of an exaggeration, but it caused me a degree of concern at the time!!
I was on business in Birmingham at the beginning of the week and on Tuesday morning I went for a run along the canal to Bournville and back. It was one of those runs that just felt good. I was relaxed, moving well and enjoying myself.
At a point no more than a quarter of a mile from my hotel I had to cross a side street. It wasn’t terribly busy but there was a reasonable flow of traffic. Looking ahead I judged the point at which I would be able to cross. On reaching that point I stepped off the kerb, right foot first, into a parking bay at the side of the road. I was beginning my next stride leading with the left when my right ankle twisted to a degree that ankles really shouldn’t. I had managed to plant my foot in a small pothole, not much wider than my foot and about six inches deep. Had I stepped of the kerb a few inches sooner, or later, I would probably not have encountered it.
The matter was exacerbated by the fact that I was mid-stride and my right knee decided to come out in sympathy with my ankle, causing my right leg to completely collapse beneath me. Now, somehow, I managed to exert enough force through my left leg to enable me to avoid falling flat on my face, but this had the adverse effect of sending me lurching towards the road proper and into the path of a 7 tonne lorry. In a moment of panic driven inspiration I reached out with my left hand and pushed hard off the ground, thus spinning myself around full circle and, thankfully, away from the oncoming lorry (which, by the way, did not appear to slow at any point!).
I stood for a few moments to take stock. I had a slightly painful ankle (though not painful enough to stop me jogging back to the hotel) but was otherwise unscathed and, most importantly, I was stood on the pavement and not splattered across the front of a lorry.
Panic over, I returned to my hotel and still had the feeling that it had actually been a bloody good run!!
Anyway, I’m sure this is mighty tame in comparison to some of the experiences others have had but thought I’d post it as a starting point. Has anyone got a story to add?