Crack! That was the sound my fifth metatarsal made as I hit the ground. It was my birthday, and my husband Eric and I had gone horseback riding in the Smoky Mountains. I didn’t realize we were getting off our horses for a glimpse of a majestic waterfall otherwise I’d like to think I would’ve chosen to wear my hiking boots instead of Toms. Yeah, Toms and the beach–fantastic. Toms and hiking–no! So there I was on the ground when a thought came clear pushing all pain aside. My foot’s broken, but I have a horse! My next thought was, wow, I should use this technique every time something goes…