Good grief where do I start.
Have fallen 50 metres down a scree slope on my face.
Have done an 8 mile off road, really rough terrain run without tripping, and then fell over on a smooth bit of tarmac in front of a busy bus stop.
Have lost count how many low branches I've hit when day dreaming and running at the same time. Never a good plan.
Not exaclty an accident but have got 100 yards down the road before realising I was wearing one of my wifes vest style bouses cos I'd grabbed what I thought was my purple Child Line running vest and slapped it on on the way out the front door. Needless to say my pace picked up on the return journey to change it before anyone notice.
And this is all without going in to the scrapes (and bushes) I've ended up in when running canicross style with my dog. Running + dog + assorted rabbits = you get the picture.