Some people are born runners. Others are made. Many, like me, come to the running world reluctantly. Few seem ready to leap from the womb to the marathon course. Somehow I ended up parenting one.
My son is one of those ready-made champions. As an infant, his feet would rustle in his crib, alerting us that he was ready to roll for the day.
He walked a little late, and stumbled for many months before getting his footing on the world. Once he had it down, though, there was no stopping him.
He's been running for about 2 years straight now. My best estimate is that he's completed more half marathons then most of the Scotia Bank participants. The two year long race has just been broken up by trips in the car seat, moments strapped into his high chair, or sleep breaks in between.
Noah has two speeds: lightning fast, and dead stop.
It might be a few years before he's ready to officially register for a half marathon. But I'm pretty sure he'd ace the course, if only his legs were long enough to carry him uninterrupted across the 13 miles.
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