"Enola Gay," one of my favorite songs of late 1985, was playing over the gym loudspeaker and as I stood there huffing I took the occasion to think back on my former 19-year-old self, dancing with my college boyfriend, both of us with silly hair; I considered my current self, pushing determinedly through this workout, a concern I never would have imagined 23 years ago; and of course I thought about being done, and the freedom I would feel once this chore was off my plate. Past, present, and future come full circle courtesy of a snappy synth pop song overheard between my last-ever burpee sets. A very sweet accomplishment indeed.
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I loved OMD. I remember that in 1984 my sister bought me Junk Culture for a birthday or Christmas present.
ReplyDeleteI say burpees are a way to ruin a good music flashback!