Remember That One Time...[run Next to Me, Wait, Where'd You Go?]

I'm really struggling to think of a good memory for this week.  Apparently my brain is taking a vacation and can't remember anything?
I'll babble a bit till I can think of something.  I road my bike for 30 miles tonight! Pretty good for a Wednesday.  I also got groceries because the supply was looking a little sad.  I was out of all fresh fruit and had like 2 vegetables.  Lunches lately have been...interesting.
Okay I just thought of something.
Remember that one time...one second she's running next to me and the next, she's not.  Inspired by my trip to Champaign to visit Laura this past weekend.  Back when I was living in Iowa City, Laura and I would run together a lot.  It was so nice to have a running buddy, especially one that is about the same speed as me and that I can talk and talk and talk with.
One morning we were running before class on a new-to-us path.  We were headed out for about 5-6 miles and were running and talking.  Because that's what we do when we are together.  You'd think after all this time we might run out of things to talk about, but we still haven't.  And we still breach new topics.
Some background on Laura.  The girl is a clutz.  She trips, she runs into things, and she falls over.  And she doesn't need to be drinking to do this.  Surprisingly, she almost never gets hurt because she is also extremely good at falling.
So here we are running along and chatting it up.  I am talking about some thing I am sure was important at the time (not), and Laura is running next to me.  And all of the sudden she's not running next to me anymore, but sprawled out on the ground.  Apparently she had tripped over a crack in the sidewalk.  In the next moment, she was up running again.  Somehow unscathed.
I don't think I've ever met someone as clumsy as her.  I wish I could fall all the time and not get hurt.
Goodnight.