Friday morning I went for a run. Someone had left this metal ring outside the pizza shop.
I didn't see it. It wrapped around both my legs. You can see its impression on my calf muscle here.
I landed pretty much as I was taught in Karate two decades ago: my palms, forearms taking the brunt of it.
Though my right knee copped a fair whack of asphalt. The kneecap's now swollen and a little stiff.
But my favourite injury is my hip, where my iPod hit the gravel. You can see the scratches in the aluminium.
The asphalt jammed it into my skin. You can see iPod's square outline.
I then finished my run, had a shower, winced a little, and crossed my fingers for the knee.