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.