When I woke last Saturday to “Santa Barbara Weather,” I committed myself to my first run since my return from a challenging twelve-day trip to Morocco. I wanted to get back into the swing of running. I put on black shorts and a white tank top and headed out the door around 11 am. As the 1980s pop tunes blared through my headphones, I actuated a pledge to practice self-care and engage in positive self-talk.
My running app—MapMyRun—had just informed me that I had completed one mile when the run turned south. As I passed a stand selling barbeque chicken, I tripped. I may have been distracted by the site--and the yummy smells--of this Midwestern culinary custom occurring in my neighborhood. Or, maybe, I was just tired, but, trip I did, and in a big way.