Love yourself, modifying your lifestyle.
Female, 31, Latin America.
The Fish is death.
Early morning and I put on my tiny short to go for a run. It's a sunny day… for a change. This time I've decided is better without sun cream.
31 is outside, waiting patienly, excited (like me). I jump on it and start moving. The ride to the park is short. 7 minutes later and we have arrived.
I park 31 on the road and then I start running.
The weather is perfect! Sunny, but fresh, with the kind of air that you can only feel during early mornings, and during the summer.
The lake is splendorous! People are excited, running and sweating, using shorts and tiny t-shirts, showing white and tan skin, all together.
So I´m running, again. After 10 years I´m here, at my own pace and it feels amazing.
I think about me, and him, and my life in this beautiful country.
I think about him again, and then again about my goals.
I feel good, I feel fresh, I feel strong and happy. I took the best decision, and the experience from past months was simply amazing.
I think about him once again, but my knees start hurting, so I have to pay attention now, to the suffer of my body. I´m tired, all sweat, and exhausted. And this pain on my knees… just there, each step I take. I have to make a decision; I have to stop, just now, here, on this beautiful look of the Alster, with some ducks and a white bench in front of it.
I sit and wait. The pain is gone, is just when I run, just then.
I´m concentrating now on the lake. So blue, so perfect.
Animals are enjoying this summer too, I say to myself. And I imagine my life at my home country, the way it used to be, and how different is now, with all this freedom and time to do nice and not so nice things.
I stand up, a dog is coming. But suddenly I can see something weird floating in the water. It looks like something is moving… a fish?
Yes! I smile… is a fish, a big one! Is swimming so close to the border I can almost reach it… but… wait, is not really swimming… is floating, it´s mouth is opening and closing in a comic way, and is now completely on the surface… this fish is dying.
And is only me who it needs as it’s witness.
- You can go fish, go now, free and happy. I died too, two months ago, now I’m swimming, just swimming with this pain… a pain that I´m used to...
I start running again, the fish is now death and my knees hurt no more.
It' s getting late.
It´s getting late for something, but I can´t remember, I can´t remember for what.
