I am not a marathon runner, and truly, it is not something I ever aspire to be.
When we lived in Boston we had a chance to watch the marathon and, as far as I’m concerned, the infamous Heartbreak Hill is enough to discourage even the hardiest athlete. I could hardly walk it, let alone run the darn thing!
It occurred to me a few minutes ago, as I was cleaning up the Gong Show of a dinner we just experienced as a family, that I run Heartbreak Hill every single night somewhere between the hours of 5:30 and 7:30.
What to make for dinner? That is the question that looms over me day after day, week after week, month after month…
And once I figure out what to make, then it is figuring out what I need to shop for, going to the grocery store, bringing it home, preparing it and putting it on the table. And to top it all off is the clearing and the cleanup. Weeknight dinners are the toughest. The kids are tired from school, I often still have work on my mind, and I have my eye on the bedtime clock.
And dinnertime is just one of the many parental marathons I run over the course of a day (getting three kids up and ready for school comes to mind).
When I make my millions I will outsource dinner at least 75% of the time. I will hire a gourmet chef to come in and prepare delicious, nutritious and colourful meals. He…let’s make it a ‘he’…will have a delicious repertoire of vegan, raw, vegetarian, and classics. My kids will eat everything he cooks and he will even get them eating vegetables because his preparation is just so inspired.
Some afternoons I might swan into the kitchen and inform our gourmet chef that I would like to do the cooking that evening. But it will always be my choice.
Because, as shapely as it could make my legs…Heartbreak Hill is just too arduous night after night after night…!