My Reward

I have a few sick obsessions. For one, I love to clean. I think a clean kitchen is one of the most beautiful sights to be seen. I love walking into the house right after I've cleaned it. It just brings an automatic smile to my face. Yes, I am aware of how pathetic that is, but I just can't help it. Cleaning brings me pure delight.

Granted, since I've been with Adam, I really have learned that there are so many more important things to do and focus on besides cleaning. However, if someone gave me a sponge and cleaning supplies, I'd be one happy girl. As I was running the other day (when I completed my very own personal best and ran for 46 consecutive minutes), I decided that when I complete the marathon, I'm going to reward myself with something I've been dreaming of ... a Dyson vacuum. I've had my eye on this beautiful piece of machinery for quite a while, but just haven't been able to justify spending that much on a vacuum. Quite frankly, the budget does not allow for such an indulgence.

As I ran, I had an epiphany ... if I'm taking my legs from a decorative fixture into a viable form of transportation, then I can buy the Dyson DC25 Animal (they had me when they described the maneuverability). It gives me something to work for. I've decided that for each mile I run (training and races), then I'll reward myself with a dollar. By the time the marathon comes around, I'll have enough to buy the Dyson (that is, if I purchase it while it's on sale).

Now, when I'm running, I can imagine chasing the Dyson. I know ... these thoughts are sick, but they bring me so much joy and happiness and so much closer to the marathon's finish line. We all work for something!