Not Again

My original intention was to jog ten rounds at Aquaria Park, but changed my mind after the 8th round when I realised I was the only soul there and began to feel eerie. So I headed for the main road, intending to make it 4 km. I quickened my pace along the canal next to the pond as I realised the place was just as dark desserted. I heaved a sigh of relief near the far end of the track as a couple jogged passed me in opposite direction. But alas! I tripped over an uneven patch.... and SPLAT! I was on the floor! The man turned and called out (I presumed he was asking whether I was OK). I sat there stunned for a while, shouted back to him that I was ok, got back on my feet and started to jog towards the main road. My left hand and leg still hurt. Sigh.