My 3 year old son, Taegan, ran his first official race last night: A Midsummer Night's Run in Lexington. He "competed" against other 3 year olds to be the "Fastest Kid in Town".
T has been a part of my running since he was an infant, riding in a baby jogger. As soon as his legs developed, he started sprinting home at the end of our runs. His current big running related activity is putting on my Garmin and Road ID, while carrying a water bottle, and running laps from the front to the back of our house. Needless to say, he was excited for his first race.
However, being the toddler that he is, nothing is simple. T woke up at 6:00 in the morning, and by the time his race rolled around, over 12 hours later, he was tired and cranky. Then he had to wait in a long line of 3 year olds on an ashpalt road, with the sun beaming down. Multiple heats of 1 and and 2 year olds raced, while T was taunted by an inflatable playground off in the distance, that was more tempting than racing down a grass field. Yet, he made it to the starting line, and as soon as he was given the green light, he raced to the finish line, with his mother chasing behind him.
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