Just call me "Squire"

Today is race day.  My job is to be the squire.  Tote, fetch, carry things...like a coat, ski poles, etc.  It is not my favorite thing to do but he looks forward to this all year.  It may even be his highlight.  I will have to ask him.  Case started the race at 9: 20 am.  He skied 23 K and crossed the finish line in less than 3 hours.  He was disappointed as he was hoping closer to 2 and a half.  However, I was satisfied because he accomplished my personal goal for him:  to finish and not be bloody!  After I saw him off at the start line with my cow bell ringing, I went to the finish line to hand baggage back to the skiers when they finished.  We're home and he is in the shower.  It is time for a rest...for both of us.