After several treats, we got a keeper photo of the medal from the Big Hit Half Marathon, which I ran last fall with Rachael. This was a meaningful and fun race, with Rachael and I enjoyed a ton of delicious food on our little road trip to Louisville. At this race, I proved to myself that I am a runner. I followed a training plan, I fought through the pain and I met my goal. No one else could have done the work for me. I earned this medal, and I wore it all day.
Now it hangs on my homemade medal hanger on my ego wall, where I'll be adding my triathlon medal later next month, my marathon medal later this summer and, eventually, my Ironman medal.
Napoleon will have a long and fruitful modeling career, whether he likes it or not. Unrelated: we're out of dog biscuits.