Happy Feet…

These are the new running shoes. I purchased them on Saturday at the Runner’s Corner in Orem–a new favorite store.

I’ve been meaning to get new running shoes for a long time and I’ve wanted to go to this store ever since it was recommended by another runner, but I was so intimidated because, truthfully, I don’t really look like I can pound out 13.1 miles.
But the girl helping me was great. She watched me run to see how my step is (my left foot is balanced, my right supinates) and then she just brought out the shoes and I compared them until I put these on. It was like walking on pillows, except that I imagine that walking on pillows takes quite a bit of effort, and these made walking (and running) feel effortless. They’re a random brand I have never heard of, Pearl Izumi, but they feel good and the store has an amazing return policy. They want you to love your shoes.
I didn’t get a chance to really try them out until yesterday, but considering that on my first run I put 6.6 miles on them without a blister, hot spot or new callous, I’d say it was a job well done.
Needless to say, I’m a happy runner with happy feet–and I love that now, with my Nike+ (the black thing on my left foot is the chip that I’ve attached to the outside–I refuse to buy a pair of Nike’s that I won’t like just so I can put the chip inside), I will know exactly how many miles I have logged on these shoes…9.7 and counting.

my party and ddr

Happy Birthday to me!!!

How cute are my friends?

Catherine (the one blowing the candle out with me) and I had a combined birthday party. I think almost everyone had a good time. The DDR pictures are coming soon. If you’re not familiar with DDR, you should be. Dance Dance Revolution is a fantastic game (activity)! I laughed so hard. I consider myself fairly coordinated (all those years of cheerleading and step-aerobics), but evidently, I am not. I’m sure with a little more practice, I can become a DDR master. I have found my new calling!!! And I thought it was going to take a few years to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. It’s just like they say, it’s when you’re not looking for it, that it comes to you (I think “they” meant romance, but…whatever).
So, to be honest, I only got on the dance pads twice (and once wasn’t in front of everyone), but I still think I could be the next American DDR Champion. Where’s my reality show??? (And no, there are no pictures of me participating…perhaps after the next party.)


This is DDR. Doesn’t it make you want to get up and dance just looking at the pictures. Now, as my quest for champion status continues, the question is, how am I going to do it without owning it? A dilemma for another day.