She didn't walk a step until she was 15 months old, but quickly after she got her footing in the walking department, she began to run.
And run, and run, and run, she did.
Our house has a "circle" or a "loop" that connects our entry-way to our living room to our dining room to our kitchen and hallway, creating a perfect course for jogging - or so thinks our daughter.
Just about every night, during the hours following dinner, if she isn't dancing in the kitchen with me while I do dishes, Katie is running lap upon lap upon lap on her "track". Almost every single night.
Brett and I look at each other in amazement. You see, there are no runners to speak of on either side of our family. In fact, my philosophy has and always will be, don't run unless you are being chased. That's just how it is.
So for Katie to have been born with this running gene perplexes us to the ends of the earth.
Last week, for part of her birthday celebrations, Katie and I met our girly friends for a night at Disney's Princesses on Ice. Not wanting to deal with finding a parking spot and then jockeying for position with other cars to actually get it, I opted to park a little further away from the venue than I would have liked. It wasn't that far, but it was a little hike.
When the show was over, I was dreading having to walk back to the car, carrying a tired 4-year-old. Besides, I had to walk up the stairs from the floor seats - in heeled boots, carrying a 35-pounder- to take her to the bathroom so many times, my thighs were already feeling like I'd climbed 47 flights on a stairmaster.
Once the light turned on the crosswalk signal, she was off!
Imagine Katie, wearing a pink Sleeping Beauty Princess dress with three layers of tulle over her new fuzzy pink winter boots, blonde hair trailing down her back, clutching a brand-new Tinker Bell spinny toy, running full speed down a city sidewalk.
They giggled and laughed.
Some waved to her from their car windows.
I walked alongside her briskly, and held tight to her hand.
"Are you getting tired honey? Do you want me to hold you?" I asked.
"Nope," she answered, "you're the coach."
"Okay," I said, sensing what would come next, so I went ahead and played along, "on your mark, get set, go!"
And she ran the whole way to the car.
October, 2006 - Running