The Unbearable Lightness of Physicality
I’ve joined this – and it’s great. I’m in the Perth platoon / squad / whatever. I joined with me mate Rob and both of us are really quite into it. Our sargeant Duncan (hooyah!) is great and the natural high you get after running around and doing sit-ups, squats and push-ups in a field at 6am in the morning is quite amazing. Exhilarating.
At one moment, during a lethargic sprint between sit-ups, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. No – not Dad. It was me . . . My physicality. I’m here and Dad’s not. It was a very strange feeling. I was 100% conscious – and full of endorphins. The platoon girls exercising with me we’re also in high spirits. I was looking forward to shedding a few kilos and sticking to the Hooyah! diet. I was looking forward to marking student assignments, riding my bike, doing my tax, shooting the no-budget feature we’ve planned for July, fixing all the little holes in my website empire and doing my music on Dad’s old boat tonight (where I’m heading now). It was perfect. But the clarity lasted all of 5 minutes.
And then . . . life’s responsibilities kicked in. But for a moment, I knew why I was here and it was amazing.
