Back when I was living in Barcelona, I used to go running with my Daddy all the time, but that was when I would still sit in the Baby Jogger, and Daddy and Pablo would actually do the running. Since my Daddy even back then wasn't all that strong (or because Pablo was running so fast) they would take turns pushing the Baby Jogger, but then again, that's what being friends is all about, isn't it? Yeah!

So, a couple of weeks back I ran in my first race. I didn't have time to write about it, but I figured now was a good moment to make up for it. My great Daddy actually ran the 1 Mile race with me. We started off running really fast, but then my Daddy cautioned me to conserve my energy and so we slowed down a bit. That was quite a good idea, because I later needed all that conserved strength to finish the race running. Beside stopping once for stretching the race went wonderful. The funny part of the race was (it was a neighborhood race - a Family Run so to speak) that for no apparent reason half the kids were sent down the wrong street - so they dispersed into the neighborhood without really knowing where to turn after having been told to run in the wrong direction (by accident I presume). But fortunately we were running next to some people who knew (and who had cell phones!) and this is how we ran 1 Mile and 1 Mile only. Close to the Finish Line Mommy was already waiting for me and we all finished the race together. I actually won a Free Movie Ticket for finishing (and I think Daddy got one, too). Maybe I can go see a Movie with Daddy - wouldn't it be great if they showed the Jungle Book, I would love to see this Movie on the big screen!!!
Gotta go! C U later!
LUC
LUC
1 comment:
This is a really cute post. Mom/dad - you must be so proud. I beam like a little kid whenever my kids finish a race - no matter the distance.
If only I had their energy and speed.
amy
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