It was there on the calendar. Twenty Miles LSD (long slow distance). Sometimes I swear it should read LSBD (long slow boring distance). There are days when it seems as though the run will never end. Fortunately today I realized before I even hit the first mile that I had won the lottery. Two hundred and fifty million dollars. Wow, the possibilities. What could I do with that much money? For that matter, what couldn’t I do?
For the next several miles I was as generous as Oprah. I had built a whole street full of homes in New Orleans for the Katrina victims, bought brand new uniforms for soccer teams in Iraq, given to my church and my children’s schools. It is amazing how fast the miles went by as this happened. At least a mile and a half was eaten up in just building the houses and another mile flew by before I was able to decorate them and move the families in.
By mile seven I felt like I had tithed enough for the time being and was ready to help my family. My mom finally got that house in the mountains she had always dreamed of. Completely decorated and ready to move in. My dad was thrilled with his brand new fishing boats. Luckily the salesman knew all about fishing and convinced me that Dad would need one for fresh water fishing and one for deep sea fishing. It took a couple of miles just to decide what my brother and sister would want. In the end, I decided to pay off their mortgages and buy them something fun. Speedy, red Porsches for each of them.
Mile twelve came before I even knew it. Mile twelve is my favorite mile in my regular long run. Not because I feel so good at that distance but because I turn into a beautiful and distracting neighborhood right on the bay. Between every house you catch the loveliest breeze. And as today was my lucky day I decided to buy my favorite house. It did take some convincing to get the current owner’s to part with it but once they realized how much I had always loved their house and how happy I would be there, not to mention the nice amount of money I was willing to offer to live there, they finally parted with it.
As the house is almost a hundred and fifty years old the kitchen definitely needed to be remodeled. Luckily, I had been thinking about my perfect kitchen for most of my adult life and was able to remodel the whole thing from the gorgeous state of the art appliances to the natural stone floors and granite counter tops in less than a mile.
I do find that my mind wanders in the later miles. So suddenly I began to miss my sister. I knew exactly the thing for this though. She should come for an extended visit and if that was to happen she would need a guest house. This project took some time. I not only had to design, build and decorate the guest house I also had to put in the pool beside which the guest house would sit because everybody knows a guest house always sits beside the pool.
Quite unexpectedly I found myself at mile fifteen with so much more to accomplish and so few miles left to accomplish it all in. I had to quickly hire someone to help me decorate the rest of the house. The crew from Extreme Home Makeover are pretty quick so after offering to foot the bill for their next couple of projects they agreed to come in and work their magic. It takes a week on their show but they build a whole house in that time. For me it took them only a couple of miles. The basement was my children’s dream basement as the whole thing had been turfed and fitted with goals. Games could start immediately. My husband’s home gym had everything a person could ask for including the flat paneled high definition television with every sport channel possible. And my bedroom was everything I had ever wanted and more. Voila, my dream house was complete and I still had a mile and a half to go.
As with any long run this is the hardest part. I was almost done and beginning to really feel it in my legs. Unfortunately a lottery winning, marathon training mom’s job is never done. There was water leaking into my beautiful kitchen from the upstairs bathroom. Luckily I found myself turning back into my driveway. I will just have to call the plumber and fix that next time, I’m sure the bathroom can use a remodel.
Previously Published at Irongirl.com