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.

Ready to run

Me and Daddy before the race

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.

Will approaching finish line of Kid's 1/4 mile dash

Me nearing the finish line. Photo by tykanoya.

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.

Participant

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.

I’m just having the most fun at daycare. I wake up early in the morning (sometimes too early because I’m so excited). Then Daddy and I either bike or run there.

Morning nap

Then I play and learn all the day long. Then some days Daddy takes me home on the bike, and other days Mommy runs home with me.

Baby jogger

Anyway, I have some new skills. I’ve been waving for months now, but most of the time it was sort of by accident. Now I wave at people to say hello or goodbye to them.

Wave

Also, before I was really good at knocking over stacks of blocks. But now I can stack them back up all by myself.

Stacking blocks

Ah, motor skills.