Only for my husband . . .

. . . would I attend a race. A sprint car race. At his beloved Eldora Speedway. You see if you knew Kelly then you would know just how important racing is to him. He grew up going to this track.  He loves every.single.thing. about it.

Me? Not so much. I do it because I love him. I do it because it is quality time with his family who are nothing but loving and generous to us. I do it because it is important to Kelly, and God knows he puts up with so many things that are important to me.

It was out of my element, but I tried to embrace it.

So that's how we spent our weekend. We rolled in to Eldora Speedway- with glorious weather I might add. And I embraced everything he loves. I drank beer out of a can. I ate fried greasy food {which is honestly more my love}. I learned to like the dirt track. I got into the car crash moments. I wore goggles to protect my eyes from the dirt/dust. I picked cars I thought would win{I only chose by colors that were appealing- leaving me a loser}. I ate my weight in carmel corn. I supported Kelly wearing a beer t-shirt in public. I people watched {and there were interesting people}. I laughed. I had fun.

Now I'm not lining up to go again this minute, but once a year? I can handle that. And let's be honest seeing my man doing something he loves puts a smile on my face. Until the morning after when I'm tired, dirty, dehydrated, and just plain grumpy that is {sorry babe}.

It was nothing some water couldn't cure and I'm happy we went. How was your weekend?

***Let me just state that this was not the first time we went. The first time was a few years ago when we were dating, but for one reason or another I hadn't made it back, but honestly I must of been in the honeymoon phase of our dating because I certainly don't remember there being any dirt the first time I went. I clearly was walking on the cloud of "I'm in a new relationship."