He's been working towards this moment since he was six months old.
He hits the gym once a week. Never misses.
Not even for a holiday.
That, my friends, is dedication.
He lifts the medicine ball.
He does the iron cross on the rings.
He runs the obstacle course.
He works on his backflips.
He does it all, really.
So it was high time he was awarded his very first medal.
And he loved it. Obviously.
Perhaps he just prefers to sit atop the medal stand.
Though he refused to wear his medal, he remained a professional throughout, dancing and clapping every time one of his friends got their medals.
Although his bestie Jack was also uninterested.
Congratulatory hugs and kisses all around!