I'm so glad he made dinner last night. I was so tired and mentally worn out from my 12 miler that I was thinking he was saying something and he didn't. Or, we would say or do something, and I wouldn't even notice he did (something obvious, too).
I am officially ready for my race. I know I can do it. I won't get injured and I'll have a blast! Even more, I'll have a blast that night celebrating with my supportive friends!
How do you celebrate a race? We're going to a brewery and getting some food and beers then coming back to our place to finish the celebration!