I ran in my first race at the tender age of 1 (well, almost 2) on the 4th of July. The Macklind Mile that Daddy ran had a Kids Quarter Mile Dash. This would be the farthest I've ever run before (the one-year-old's equivalent of a half marathon), but I wasn't too worried because I can walk really far.
My race number was almost as big as I am. Once I figured out what was going on the race was very exciting.
I ran the entire way without stopping, and I even accelerated towards the finish (which is more than I can say for Daddy). As I approached the finish line the crowd roared, making it even more exciting. Mom & Dad recorded an amazing video of this part of the race, but I decided to delete it from Mommy's phone before we could share it with anyone. So you'll have to settle for the race photo.
You can see my main one-year-old competition off to the right in the photo. He was in the lead for a while, but towards the finish he decided he wanted to turn around and run the other way. But I knew what to do because I watched Daddy run through the finish line before my race started.
As you can see from the ribbon they gave me at the finish line, I was indeed a participant. I can't wait to do this again.
3 comments:
CONGRATULATIONS, WILLIAM!!!! So happy you got to run in a race on the 4th of July ... and you're not even two years old yet!!! Your pictures are very good and it looks like you enjoyed it a lot ... Keep running and always keep that precious smile!! lots of love, great auntie.
Woo Hoo! Congratulation Will. We are so proud of you!!!
Grandma Barb
The sweet sweet victory of the participant ribbon.
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