There is a reason that George Ezra's latest song 'shotgun' has become such an overnight success. There is something truly universal about the thrill of a road trip. The feeling of the wind in your hair, sing-along music blasting through the speakers and an endless landscape: all fused together to create the illusion of infinite possibility. This week's blog follows our road trip adventure to Wilderness, where the soon-to-be annual Torpedo Swim Run was taking place. Packed as tightly as my great aunt's stockings, in a chaotic mishmash of wetsuits, surfboards and doritos, our humble little vehicle took to the road toward the east coast. Our group consisted of athletes, avid supporters and a few tag alongs that honestly just enjoyed the outdoors and the festivities of such a prime event. An extremely diverse group united by a single, positive mindset: experiencing all that this life and this beautiful country has to offer!
To offer some context to this week's blog, we delve into the history and essence of the Torpedo Swim Run. The event started as a competitive bet between a group of friends, who attempted to complete a Running and swimming route that eventually took nearly 24 hours to complete. The annual challenge later evolved into an event known as the swim run, with events that take place across the world. This year this historical race settled in the often overlooked beach town of Wilderness. Known for beautiful indigenous forests (that honestly make you feel as if you have landed in a Jurassic Park movie) and prestige beaches. Wilderness is another local gem that truly deserves to be viewed as if by an awestruck tourist... And what better way to truly take in the nature than by bundu-bashing through the local rivine, running along the beaches and all-around adventuring through 26km of mostly untouched environment. Yes... You read that correctly, the event totals 26km of which you run 17km, you swim 4km and you rock-hop 5km. Now if you are anything like me, you probably twisted an ankle by merely reading the previous sentence. Luckily for people like me , the race caters for athletes and spectators alike. The Ebb and Flow campsite, where the event took place, was transformed into a mini-festival ground, offering snacks, drinks and music. So whether you were running the race, hanging out in your tent or snapping pictures of the racers (definitely me), you truly felt part of the event, part of the nature and part of a community.
However, more than just the excitement, the nature and the amazing people. This adventure taught me a valuable life lesson about time. Charles Bukowski once said, "to fight for each minute is to fight for what is possible within yourself, so that your life and your death will not be like theirs." Now at first, I didn't really understand what he meant. However, I realized that time seemed to slow down over the weekend, as if the weekend had somehow turned into a week. This phenomenon I later discovered was because I had been more more aware of what was going on around me. By discarding my phone, my laptop and all my other daily distractions, I had been present. This is what I think Bukowski meant... By fighting for each minute, he suggests that we truly experience life, only when acknowledging the sanctity of a minute...by being present. Instead of distracting ourselves with meaningless noise and meaningless routines, we must simply take time to (literally and metaphorically) smell the roses! So in summary, take a few seconds to acknowledge the good things around you and the beauty that this life and this country has to offer!
"The present moment is the only moment available to us, and it is the door to all moments!"