When I was a kid, I used to run laps around our yard. We lived in Florida and the humidity made it so I worked up quite a sweat. My mom would ask me why I was running and I would say "I've got to get my energy out". My parents stuck me in track as an outlet for my excess energy. I remember running myelf to nauseau just to get my energy out.

Mia seems to have the same compulsion. When I pick her up from school, its common for her teacher to tell me that she has been running in circles around the basement for the last hour, they tell me"she needs to be in track". I feel the pride swell in my heart thinking that she may be following in my footsteps.

I've dreamed that I'll get to cheer her on in some sort of sport. Even though those were my hopes for her, I told myself that I would support her in whatever she showed interest in. When I learned of her Autism I really let go of the idea that she would ever be interested in sports.

But now I have to admit that fantsies of her competing in the 400m race in the Olympics flash through my mind. I'll be watching from the bleachers beaming with pride.

Mia and I got snowed in today. All of our appointments were cancelled and decided to skip our planned trip to the grocery store. We watched TV in bed for the better part of the day. Around 4 I made her dinner. While she was waiting for her soft pretzel to come out of the microwave she entertained herself by running circles around the dining room table. She huffed and puffed "aha ahaaha aha" breathlessly sprinting. I tried to catch her attention with the delicious meal I just made for her but she could not be diverted. That's my girl, she'll be on that Olympic podium for sure.