I crossed a half marathon finish line. The chip time logged automatically. Heart rate, cadence, splits — all there.
Somewhere in my camera roll: the finish arch, a sweaty post-race selfie, the medal my kid insisted on holding.
Two different places. The race lived in both, or neither.
Races aren’t just longer runs. They have a morning, a crowd, a finish line you’ve been thinking about for months. The data captures what happened — the photos are what it felt like.
Trophy Room is where those two things finally live together. The cover photo sits right in the run — the first thing you see when you open it. The gallery of race-day shots below. The GPS trace and the medal photo, side by side, like they should be.
And somewhere in your profile: a grid of every race you’ve ever run. Not a list of distances and times — a wall of memories. The ones you trained for. The ones that hurt. The ones you’d run again tomorrow.