Whether it’s running or your own passion (athletic, creative or otherwise) that gives you that feeling of freedom, of flying, being uplifted, of being good at something, of being great, of escaping the world for just a moment.
A friend told me recently that she saw Cathy Freeman locally. I was not even aware she lived in Victoria but she was freshly on my mind when I spotted this documentary to borrow. I suddenly felt the urge to know more about her and get real trustworthy information, not some gossip I could google up.
I grew up knowing the name Cathy Freeman and do remember the race that is at the centre of this documentary but I was young and didn’t understand any of the politics or the significance of what it was for Cathy to be female and an indigenous Australian at this time – let alone lit up on the world stage at an Olympics hosted on home turf.