It has been quite a day. Having
scheduled the day out of normal goings on, because we thought it would be one
of those days when nothing else on the normal every day list of jobs would get
done. So Steve and I had set the day aside for the purpose in hand.
After several weeks of
emails, sending photos and talking on the phone and then a visit to the house
and a sort of interview stroke research probe, we planned to clear the day as
far as possible to co-operate with the group of mature students, who are
attending a course at Brighton Film School to come over for a serious day of
filming and recording. The day started at Freedom Leisure pool at Littlehampton
where the three students; two women and a man were already in place to start
filming on our arrival at the centre.
They did a little piece of our
entrance with the usual early morning people and then into the pool to record
some of the swim training. One of them even got into the water but had to pay
the price by submitting to a short front crawl lesson that she did very well
with, promising even.
Altogether, it ended up as
quite a useful days training because Steve and I have got in a full swim
session, then according to Steve’s Garmin, we did 4 km running along the
seafront. Then we regrouped at our house for interviews, chats about our years
in triathlon and finally a turbo session. What more could you wish for because
we ended up feeling as though we had pushed through a fair days training even
though it was a little lengthy. Still as I said we had put the whole day by for
the purpose and it seemed to work out to everybody’s satisfaction.
At the point where we were
wired up for sound, I had an inner fit of the funnies because it reminded me of
the part of the film Singing in the Rain, where they were trying to film a
movie with sound for the first time and the dizzy but beautiful blonde silent film
star, could not quite get it right and would turn her head from side to side Or
rattle her pearls in an infuriating fashion. I was probably just as bad being
the fidget that I am.
It was quite apt really
since we have experienced so many things that have not gone quite to plan in
our early days in triathlon. Years ago in those early times, we drove to Cardiff for a swim-run
event. I have forgotten how far the swim was exactly but it was pool based and
maybe 2500 metres followed by a half marathon run. Having pointed out to our
film crew today that when I started in the sport I was very often to only woman
in my age group by a long way and at that event, I was not a very fast swimmer
and by the time I got out of the water, in my swimsuit, put on my trainers and
left the building to start the half marathon run; The marshal at the first turn
off was not in place; maybe he or she thought everybody had gone. So I missed
that turn off entirely and ran right into the centre of Cardiff suffering a lot of very rude remarks
shouted by the youth of the town, well I was just in my cozzie after all. Realizing
that I was totally lost I eventually asked the way back to the pool.
At the pool, having found
out that it was true what I had said and that the marshal was not in place,
they did try to present me with my age group prize, since I had run more than
the half marathon required and still got back the only woman in my age group. I
refused to take the trophy having been embarrassed enough that day.
Today went very much better
than that day in Cardiff and it certainly was a pleasant passing of the day with a delightful group of
serious students, who did their best to make the process as irritation free as they
could; they were very professional, thoughtful and calm. One of the thing we talked about was my accident that resulted in three broken bones and abrasions, in 2013. The rest of the photos shown today were taken in Lecce and Matera on the holiday where that little drama occurred
.
I hope they got enough film and
chatting to work for them, to make sure that their course project is successful
as a motivational documentary. All I would hope for is that the end product causes
some older person who sees the film, to rethink their state of fitness and maybe
aim a little higher for the sake of their health. That would be a great reward
for me. And as for ‘My Close Up’ I hope none of their shots are too close to
the truth since an old girls face, dripping sweat and crimson of cheek might
not be the stuff of glamour shots.
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