Hey beauty fans. Sorry I’m late with this month’s article. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write; but as I reviewed this past year something came to mind. I know most people review the year in December or January, well this hit me as I did my 2009 review for my Fit By Nic Newsletter. I was thinking about the events, people and experiences I had in the year 2009. No one thing sticks out more than any other. However, with what is happening in our world today – and in the entertainment industry, with the film AVATAR – I felt to write about my experience on a Game Show. WIPEOUT! You know that wacky obstacle course with the big red balls? The one where the person wiping out is played repeatedly to the song WIPEOUT?! Yep, that’s the game show I was on. I’m not going to keep you in suspense, I wiped out on every obstacle. You know that old saying about people laughing with you now at you? Well, that saying does not apply here. I was being laughed AT. Heck, I was laughing at myself. Why not? I was the oldest female on that particular episode.
Why am I writing about this? Well, let me tell you. There were twenty-six contestants, plus four alternates. We were thirty strangers thrown together of all shapes and sizes, from eighteen to fifty-five, different cultures and languages, different socioeconomic backgrounds. We arrived “on-location” at six in the morning, in the beautiful hillside of Santa Clarita, Ca. in February. Coming from Palm Springs, Ca. this was freezing! We all checked into a “metal box”, like something you would put motorcycles in. Folding chairs were lined against the walls, with a table to place food, water, coffee, etc. There were no windows and no bathrooms. We were not allowed to observe others as they went through the obstacle course. (Apparently this was so we couldn’t pick up tips – there was no worry in my case) We were accompanied to and fro the outhouses.
Here’s the point: Thirty strangers together in this small area for nine hours. There was not a negative word said to anyone for any reason. No one wished anyone else to WIPEOUT! (At least not out loud.) No one said, “I hope you fail” or “you looked stupid” or “why don’t we all pray the same prayer”, or anything derogatory about anyone for any reason. In fact, it was the complete opposite. People were encouraging of each other. People offered to help each other – into wet suits, or out of them. People were concerned for each other – afterwards. People were laughing with and at each other. It was really an incredible experience. A year later and I still stay in contact with some of the people on Facebook. Oh yes, the point. If thirty strangers can come together for nine hours, in a contained space and not only get along, but be happy and peaceful together, why not three hundred? Or three thousand? Or thirty thousand?
That’s all I’m saying.
BTW: I’ll tie this into fitness by saying, it didn’t matter what kind of shape I was in, WIPEOUT kicked my butt!
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