It has begun.
The jokes about the race.
You see, my husband only runs because the Air Force makes him. He would rather be playing racquetball or doing martial arts, snowboarding or playing volleyball. Running is not his thing. So tonight, when we were talking about the Marine Corps Marathon, which I registered to run in today, I made a comment about it being a fairly easy course.
He stopped and just looked at me. "Even if it was all downhill, it's still a marathon."
Did I mention that he thinks I'm crazy?
That's okay. He thinks my best friend, the one that decided we should do this, is crazier.
Tom puts up with us and our craziness. All 26.2 miles of it. And that's why we love him!