Run, Kate, Run

I know Mom said she'd be writing the posts now, but, well, I have a few more things to say before I hand over the keyboard.

 

For example, I'm a runner.

 

It began just last night.

 

It hit me like a ton of bricks.

 

Or maybe like a pair of purple running shorts that came home with Mommy and Daddy.

 

As soon as I put them on I felt an overwhelming urge to run.

 

And to have an audience while I did it.

 

Mommy finally agreed to be my audience.

 

And I ran.

 

I ran in circles.

 

I ran down the hill.

 

Then up (with a few breaks to catch my breath).

 

I jumped.

 

I slid (I hear there are running obstacle races these days).

 

And I did all of this OVER and OVER.

 

It was amazing.

 

And I'd like to point out in the following pictures that I believe I have quite the running form.

 

All of this because of a new pair of purple running shorts.

 

I imagine this is how Forrest Gump felt after he put on that new and unexpected pair of white running shoes.

 

Run, Kate, Run.