Everyday growing up my father would do these sorts of exercises for about ten minutes. Crazy jumping jacks and push ups and sit ups and he'd breathe all funny. Kept him compact, spry and full of equally weird dad-energy. Last night I wrestled with my son for twenty minutes before bed.
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I saw this the other day. And then I realised...
I do these things! I do these things, and I didn't even know I was doing it!
I do them because I live in a city that I think I might have to move from soon. I do it because I can't go surfing very often.
And now I don't know how to feel about it.
Fucking exercise.
Everyday growing up my father would do these sorts of exercises for about ten minutes. Crazy jumping jacks and push ups and sit ups and he'd breathe all funny. Kept him compact, spry and full of equally weird dad-energy. Last night I wrestled with my son for twenty minutes before bed.
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