Even as spring blooms across the country, I know it’s still cold in some places. Living in Atlanta now, I admit—it’s easy to forget that. But I spent years running through Midwest winters in Chicago and Ohio. And I remember those springs that don't see to come. 

One vivid memory: running on snow-packed sidewalks and roads, dotted with hidden patches of ice. The kind of ice you don’t see until your foot hits it. You slip, stumble, and wish everyone shoveled their sidewalk.

But I learned something during those winters.

When I ran with a slight forward lean—in good running form, like I was falling into the next step—something happened. I still slipped on ice. But instead of falling flat on my butt, I would stumble forward. My next leg would catch me. The momentum of the stride saved me.

That posture—leaning into the run—made the ice less dangerous.

You’re going to slip. In your job. In running. With family. With friends. But if you’re leaning into it—if you’re engaged, present, and moving forward—maybe you don’t fall backward. Maybe you fall forward. Maybe momentum catches you.

What about you? Have you slipped lately—on literal or metaphorical ice? I’d love to hear your story, and how you got back up.