
In central Indiana, the weather is perfect approximately four days each year. On any one of these sunny days, Lafayette seems kinda like Santa Barbara, sans the Pacific Ocean. This was particularly true last weekend, when the temperate weather occurred while spring flowers were in bloom. These pleasant days offer a stark contrast to the 348 days of the Hoosier calendar when we complain it is too hot, too cold, too damp, too snowy or just too dreary.
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.
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.