My husband and I do not share bathrooms. He likes to use my sons’ bathroom because he says it’s bigger. It worked well for us, I like that my feminine scented body washes and shampoos don’t have to crowd with his “manly” soaps, and that we don’t share towels.
Last week, my jaw literally dropped when I saw him using my towel – my 2014 TBR Dream Marathon Finisher’s towel. “How dare you. You don’t have the right to use that,” I thought. “You have to run 42 kilometers to earn that.”
Then it hit me. Yes, I ran 42.195 kilometers with my own two feet but let’s face it, my husband’s support throughout my training was
important indispensable in getting me to race day. Every time he would come home from a trip, he would bring me back running books and magazines. He would buy me running apparels and Timex Ironman watches. He would give me fresh coconuts so I could replenish lost electrolytes after a run. He was the one who paid for my marathon race fee and all the other shorter races leading to the marathon. He didn’t complain that sometimes I would spend the night over at Jehan’s house so that she and I could go to Nuvali very early the next day. His sleep was often disturbed when I had to get up at dawn for a long run. My husband is not a runner but he definitely changed his schedule to accommodate mine and I appreciate him for that.
So yes, my dear husband, you too deserve it. Go ahead and use that towel. In fact, you can have it.