Just mud. Nothing to worry about. My clothes are in the washer now, and I've scrubbed my shoes, and had a bath.
Mud is very slippery. Much more treacherous than ice.
I've fallen before, many times! I'm fine, nothing broken. I must have gotten winded, though. I think I was lying on the ground for a while. It was dark when I returned.
Never mind. I must have left the house late. I let the day get away from me.
My hair had so much mud caked in it! The bath water was quite brown, by the time I finished.