my husband is the. most. supportive. guy. ever.
[how many non tri spouses would drive to races at 5am, carry stuff, carry bikes, hold food, cheer, drive home?]
but - just because he's supportive doesn't mean he 'gets it.'
[and that's okay. I certainly do not 'get' professional wrestling. or all that fried food. and how he stays so damn skinny.]
to the point: we live in a small house. we live in a small house that was built without closets, so we have k-mart wardrobes and tiny dressers. we don't not have a lot of room for clothes and we both are clothes horses. [where did that expression come from, anyhow?]
J recently mentioned that I have too many race tshirts.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was such a thing.
J: I understand the tech shirts, but the Arbutus Firecracker 10K from 2005?
YES, the Arbutus Firecracker 10K from 2005, which is horrendously ugly and horribly faded. And the Army 10 Miler which I never wear because they ran out of smalls, and mediums, and I ended up with a large. And Marine Corps, which is puke yellow and was a mock turtleneck [really? I ran 26.2 mi and that's what I get?] but I cut off the turtleneck and now it's a crewneck.
I refuse to throw any of them away, and I think anyone who runs or tris understands. Shirts are trophies [especially for those of us who don't get trophies]. They are memories of first marathons and PR 5Ks and crappy 10 milers.
We - like all good married couples - compromised.
The tshirts I wear are still in my drawer, and the others are in the basement.
I might get them all made into a quilt one day, when I'm old and not racing, but to be honest, I don't foresee a future without racing.
Plus, I might finally place when I turn 85 and there are only 2 people in my AG.
[and then I'll have a medal AND a tshirt!]