Too old to run

On Friday 19th was my sister's birthday. She turned 30 and was a big thing, we spent weeks tidying up the house and organizing drinks and food and drugs. She invited some friends, we had some burgers that my brother cooked on the barbecue, an authentic Argentinian 'parrilla' using charcoal. The first year that none of my parents are alive for Sopi's birthday. That was harsh. So there are two main things that I want to remember of that day. First thing: talking with the family about sports and running, the conversation ended on how hard was to run a marathon which led to how impossible it was for people like us ( 'ordinary people' I guess). We talk a lot about iron man, sports and old bodies. Which just made me think a lot that I always want to see what I'm capable of. I know I can run a marathon. I will run a marathon in 2023. It's scary. Second thing: drugs. As it was, after dinner, going to be an ' electronic party' there were heaps of drugs. These were not any drug, not a porro (joint) but MDMA, ecstasy, what here is called rola or pasti. So I went to my cousin's house to sleep and when I came back at midday the next day, my sister was seated on the couch, with the heater on, sunglasses on, and her body was super tense and contracted. It was hard to open her fist that was holding a lighter as tight as it was the last one on planet Earth. So I realized that at this stage of my life drugs are not catching my attention, I love my brain too much. My body and my brain are the best tools I have. Both of them will take me wherever I want, but I have to take deep care of them. So that's it. I walso went today to my ex-boyfriend's house to collect my belongings but thats a story for another date.