This morning, I got up at 6:00 a.m. to run 8 miles. This time of morning is still a little bit unfamiliar to me. It's dark, and I'm a little clumsy to begin with soon after I wake up. Given these factors, and the fact that a cab was making a U-turn in the middle of the street I was running on, which caused me to veer off of my straight path, I tripped over something (or nothing?), thought I caught myself, stumbled a couple more times forward on my feet, thought I was safe again, and then eventually fell right into a mud puddle, skinning my hand and my back, and of course, a little bit of my pride. I think I really scared the cab driver, who rolled his window down and, with astonishment, asked, "Are you okay?" Before he could finish, I said firmly, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Thanks." I tried to collect myself, realizing there was no use trying to brush the dirt off, before continuing on the remaining 7.75 miles I had yet to run.