Nothing wrong with a day starting this way, a little wink and a little whipped cream waffles:
One of my most favorite people in the world turns 11 today – dear daughter, Emma Grace!
I stormed into her room this morning at 7:03 a.m. singing happy birthday, but she would have none of it. “It’s not my birthday yet,” she insisted.
Like she has to remind that it wasn’t until 7:44 a.m. that all 8 lbs, 3 oz of her emerged. Did I tell you I pulled her out? Yes, I did pull her out. There are not many things I can claim fame to, so I’m going to take this one. In all of my gymnast flexibility from ninth grade, I leaned over, grabbed her under her little shoulders and pulled her onto my chest. I think the OB owes me a drink.
The clock turned 7:44 a.m.
Emma: NOW it is my birthday.
Sam: Wait? What?
Emma: I was born at 7:44 a.m., so NOW it officially my birthday.
Sam: Oh. So how do they know what time you were born? I mean is it when you first start to come out or when you are totally out in the world?
Me: I think it’s when your totally out, but I’m no obstetrician.
Sam: What’s that?
Me: Go look it up.
Girl has some sass and class
After dropping off the birthday girl I high-tailed it the gym for a tempo run. I was DYING to try my new Brook’s Cadence shoes, but didn’t want my first run in them to be six miles, which I had on tap for today. Many people have warned me about carefully breaking in these shoes and getting used to the lower heel drop (4mm).
This is what I would look like if I were pigeon toed. Can someone send me some moisturizer?
I decided to run three miles in them, then stop and change into my normal shoes – kind of breaking up my tempo run, but oh well. This plan working swimmingly, only I loved the Cadence so much I did not want to take them off.
This, in fact, was a really interesting experiment, running in both shoes back to back for the same distance. After running in the Cadence my Adrenalines felt like clunky shoes full of rocks. I am not kidding. The Cadences were light and allowed for quick turnover. The only way I can describe it is that they felt “right”and natural with my stride. I think I am on to something here with these shoes. I really do.
This is how much I love these shoes. Kissable, I tell ya. I had to crop out my crotch for this picture. That would be a great name for a band: The Cropped Crotches.
I have been reading a ton about running form and foot strike and how it relates to injury. I know there are thousands of people who are heel strikers (about 75% of us!). Many of these people, like my PT who ran a 2:08 marathon, escape injuries. But, for some of us, the heel strike seems to be the culprit. For the type of injuries I have had (hip, butt, hamstring) it makes sense that striking on my heel is sending jarring shock waves to my body. Gulp, gulp. Did you hear that? That is me drinking the Kool-aide.
Bottom line is, I want to be pain free, but I also want to improve. To this end, I am trying different approaches. I feel I have not reached my potential with running in terms of both time and distance. I want to smash my marathon PR time of 3:42 and I want to run an ultra. I have plans. I have no patience for these nagging injuries and won’t be victim to them. I will do what it takes to OVERCOME!
Well, off to make this cake:
I offer all kinds of homemade cakes, but Emma always goes with the Funfetti. I find that with store bought icing, one jar is NEVER enough, especially if you do a layer cake. This cake is good and very good for you what with all the food coloring and preservatives.
What’s your favorite birthday cake? Anything lemon.
Are you a heel striker? Do you think it has contributed to injuries for you? My name is Beth and I am a heel striker. I don’t know if it’s the cause of my injuries, but I’m going to find out.
Have you tried the Brook’s Pure line yet or is it just not for you? I’m a huge fan of Brook’s shoes, but this is my first pair from the Pure Line. .