Three years in a drawer

Found my marathon medal this morning while digging through the junk drawer for batteries. Still in the plastic bag from 2015, still tangled with the safety pins from my bib. Jake asked why I never hung it up, and honestly? No idea.

Three years in a drawer

Spent twenty minutes at Target picking out a frame that didn’t look too braggy. Ended up with simple black wood because everything else screamed “look at me I’m athletic.” Though I guess hanging it at all kind of screams that anyway.

Medal plus terrible race photo. Perfect.

The little finish line photo next to it is objectively terrible - I look like I’m dying, which I basically was at mile 24. But that’s exactly why it belongs there. Some achievements deserve their mess documented.

Jake says I should hang my 10K medals too, but let’s not get crazy. One victory lap at a time.