Having to trek into work on a blustery, grey Sunday sucks. The Paraguay match an intermittent distraction as I try and wrap up a proposal I no longer have any interest in. I'm too pakaoed to work on the next RFP, and head home wards, shocked by the searing heat under the sun. The curtains at 4, Maida Vale are drawn back, and I waggle at DDM to let me in with an inelegant 'Main hoon na'. Rents in Singapore dominate the conversation before Bewdi's entrance allows me to deflect the conversation towards skydiving, and I insist it's something she just has to do. Naturally, I am more than willing to accompany her. I think I've also realised why this is my new favourite adrenalin rush thing to do. It's totally no effort (except the getting there!) for ultimate reward. A lazy persons godsend. Diving is hard work, even after you qualify. Just the suiting up is exhausting (try and keep in mind the whole damn the fitness as long as I look good when I die philosophy), and there's so much to remember and be aware of. Tandem skydiving on the other hand, though all too brief, requires you to do nothing but scream with the rush. How much more perfect could it get?? If I had the money, I'd go every week..... for now, I'll just go back next month. This is it, the ultimate lazy adrenalin junkie's sport.
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