Fell racing always carries the chance of a dramatic moment. Could be anything.
I'll start off.
It was the Ben Nevis race. 89 or 90, not sure now. But I was having a stormer. Had zoomed down the grassy bank and was now flying down the last few zig zags to the valley floor. I was mapping the terrain several yards ahead, my feet finding their own way....except they didn't. It was the perfect tap tackle. One foot clipped a rock, pinged into the other leg and that was it. I was launched head first into a sweaty slightly clad missile with no control but heading straight towards 2 large boulders. This was gonna hurt! Except somehow I flew into the gap between them and got wedged by the shoulders. Adrenaline numbed the pain and I struggled free and finished the race in a PB time. Only afterwards did the pain kick in along with the realisation that I had had a lucky escape!