Today I did have a driver turn onto the street I was running on and come dangerously close to hitting me. He clearly did not see me--it probably would've improved his vision if he'd scraped the ice of his windshield before pulling away in his death machine. I was alert enough to move way over and avoid his car but if I hadn't been watching I'm pretty sure he would have hit me.
Yesterday, however, I wasn't able to avoid an unfortunate incident. I set out on an 8 mile morning run and a little over 1/2 a mile into it I turned onto a sidewalk into a park. I noticed right away that there was a big patch of ice on this little down slope so I decided to run it very careful. But really--how careful can you be running downhill on ice? I slipped once, recovered, then BAM! I fell over sideways cutting open my knee and elbow and banging my head on the ice. I heard a sound like glass shattering and though, crap, I broke my headlamp. Fortunately my headlamp was fine--I had just shattered a thin patch of ice with my skull.
I got up a little gimpy but felt fine after a minute or two and then finished my 8 miles. Then, as I went to pull my apartment key out--whoops, no key. So I turned my 8 mile run into a 9 mile run after I ran back and miraculously found my key. It was right in the middle of the patch of ice.
With all that I still put 7 miles in this morning and the thought of running on a treadmill didn't even come into my mind. I love running outside!