Pickup your feet lest you trip. When on the street it is wise to be heads-up for vehicles. So it was while scanning traffic, I hooked my left toe under a hazard lying in the gutter. This brought me down hard for a chestslide and the other usual contact points: elbows, knees and palms. Most think that a fall is a slow mo loss of balance. They would imagine time for skipping or waving one’s arms while transferring weight to the other leg and recovering. Not so. No time even for a tuck or roll. It happens so damn fast that one moment you are making speed, the next split second you are down. All you can do is lay there a second incredulous, thankful that you did not drag your chin or face on the asphalt. Now get back up for damage check and utter your favorite expletive and begin jogging again. The loopwire that took me out wasn’t even attached to anything. In my state of denial and disbelief it MUST have been a trip wire boobytrap. I had a look during the accident investigation. It was loose in the sand about 18 inches diameter. My left toe had inserted under the leading edge and weight of my right foot neatly held down the trailing. Freak. I’d discuss the psychology of embarrassment (wondering if anyone just saw). That’s a topic, but excuse me, I need to go flush the mud and blood from my wounds.