3.03, the magical date. A Sunday. Election day this year. My birthday. I turned 31 but I don’t really feel old. I’m not old. Although my mother who always comes up with the most hilarious statements said: “Oh, already 31, soon you’ll be 41!”, I don’t feel like I am becoming a middle-aged woman. No. I’m young. Young at heart, and, what’s most important, living inside a young body. I do believe that I might be better off than some other women my age. I work out. I don’t smoke, I have never even tried smoking. And when you ask me when I last drank alcohol, I need to think hard. Possibly tasted something at Christmas? Moreover, I try to eat as healthily as possible (I am a nutritionist after all) and I do value my sleep and proper daily routine (going to bed at the same time and waking up early). I am not overweight, I don’t have any illnesses, I’m doing quite fine. For me, age is just a number, one that I don’t care about too much. Yes, I do think about children but I’m not ready for them yet. Mother can moan all she likes about becoming a grandmother but I won’t do it to simply meet her demands. No. I’m not going to become a birthing machine. As the election results are out and that party who wants women to become such machines didn’t win (they even said that women older than 27 and without children are harmful to the society…), I can breathe freely for at least the next 4 years until the next elections.
1. Own and live in a house.
Birthday, visitors, long run, obviously didn’t work. But we did walk to the plot of land which will one day be our home. We made some plans with all the involved parties. Looks like some kind of construction work will start this summer. For mother’s small house which shall also be put up on our land.
2. Write AND publish a book.
No writing. No reading.
3. Win a major race.
Long run Sunday. Went out to run 28 km, ended up doing 30K. It was quite enticing to do even 31 km, because it was my 31st birthday, etc. But… I decided not to. 30 was already enough. I still had a food hangover from Friday (too many different foods in one evening), so I felt lots of discomfort while running. Not my best pace but the distance was… well, a lot.
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