My current year race medals hang on my rear view mirror.
A tradition, a reminder of the previous years accomplishments.
Today during a drive through Starbucks stop, the young guy at the register said:
"SWEET marathon medal!"
"Thanks, I replied" (noticing it for the first time in a while)
"Did you win or something?" he said.
"Ummm, no-that's just what they give everyone" I replied.
"Well it's awesome!" he said-with gusto.
AND SO IT IS!I drove away with a smile and thought very hard about it as I watched the medals out of the corner of my eye and listened to them clink against each other.
I wish I could rewind and say this in reply.
"You know-I did win. Although I did not finish the race first, I was mostly racing for myself-against self doubt, against questions of ability, against uncertainty, against fears and against deamons created by me, So yes-I won over all those things and I FINISHED that marathon."
...or something like that!