Nope, they're not chocolate...
Twenty years ago this summer, I won my Olympic medals. They are a representation of one of my greatest achievement, and in recent years, part of one of my go to jokes. You see, I can't help imaging that my medals weren't just medals, but more...Like those gold coins you get at Easter and Christmas. The kids seem to love the idea...The thought that an Olympic medal is actually a giant, deliciously wrapped hunk of chocolate. I never thought I would find out the truth about that statement, but I did.
After passing around my medals at an event, I put them on for one last photo and the top of one of my gold medals just broke off. It just popped right off and fell to the floor. We all just stood there. Frozen. Everyone looked at me to see how to react. I was shocked for a second, and then broke out into laughter.
I guess they really are just medals. They are my reward and my reminder...a reminder of the hours of hard work, my dedication and that of my family, and each and every wonderfully hilarious memory from the pool to the deck between the age 4-19.
And just in case you were curious, inside my gold medal is a pile of glue. Any ideas on how to fix it? I welcome suggestions.
|The inside of my gold medal|