Not so Fat Girl’s Diary

Philosophical essays on life, love and exercise

September 11, 2015
About my mother and my first 9 miler.

Today my mother and I met in the late afternoon specifically to “watch autumn” together. We haven’t done it in a while. Perhaps, we’ve never done it until today. I looked at my mother and got astonished at how young she looks without a make up. I’ve never told her how much I admire her. How exceptional she is. How powerful and incredibly beautiful she is. I didn’t tell her not because I never wanted to do so but because every time I started, she wouldn’t believe me. Really. This I could never understand. How can a woman like that not know how amazing she is? So, I’m telling this now: mother, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. Honestly.

By the way, she asked me a funny question. Out of a blue. “Ella, have you ever loved one man at a time?” You know me so well, I thought. (If you have any questions about the matter, please, read my post from three days ago.)

We laugh a lot, my mother and I. She is so beautiful when she laughs!

Yesterday I ran 9 miles. I’m almost certain that in my case good running depends on the landscape. If I marvel the surroundings, I will be running with pleasure for a long time. I feel that running is getting easier and easier but I don’t get much faster. Do I have to get faster? Do I need to get faster? Do you push yourself to the limit when you run? I, for instance, try to stay in the first heart rate zone at least for 80% of the run.

Ella