I'm genuinely surprised that I actually gained a few readers/followers since my last post. I thought that surely I would lose a few of you after displaying my SHT (special hidden talent) of stomach skin stretching. Many of you enjoyed it, some called me a freak and told me that I gross them out, and some appreciated it for the "skinny" art that it is! Ha! I better win.
Today is a day of cleaning, purging, and organizing around here. We figure that we might as well make the most out of this dreary, rainy, and grey day. I'm in the process of finding all my race medals from AFTER college and high school. I've never kept track of them. They usually go in a drawer, a box or get lost somewhere random. I've never cared much about saving them but I started dragging them all out today hanging them up on a bulletin board in our room/office area. I have not found them all...I've lost many of them but just hanging the ones that I do have has brought back so many great memories!
Every single medal here tells a story. I remember the feelings of euphoria, the struggles, the moments that I dug deep within myself to finish strong or get through a tough part of the race, the joyful feeling of being finished and the satisfaction I felt knowing that I was done. With every medal I placed on my board today, I remembered my life and where I was at that time. These medals don't just represent a race or a registration fee...they are a symbol of all that went into training for that race and the parts of myself that I was discovering, working through, and embracing during that time in my life. I'm so glad I've held on to some of these.
Do you save your race medals?