I have always been a fan of the reality show Survivor and always thought that it would be quite an adventure (I don’t think that fun is the right word) to be a contestant.So what makes someone want to be part of a reality program like Survivor; to leave the warmth and safety of home to compete in a strange place under inhospitable conditions? Well certainly there are 1,000,000 reasons right up front but I think for me, more than anything, it was the idea of competing in an adventure where I could put this 59 year mind and body to task. There is something very appealing about the notion of just doing it, no matter what age, and of pitting your wits and skills against the others of different ages and background in an effort to be the sole survivor. However, it wasn’t until the end of the season that Rupert, the lovable guy with the big hair, competed that I decided to go for it. He was fun to watch. Inspired by his success and enthusiasm, I printed the online entry form, filled it out and enlisted the help of my husband and family to work on the video, which was the other entry requirement. This proved to be a challenge in itself. My husband wanted to show video of me running, (my normal routine is to run at the weekends) and at the finish I would say a few words about why I like to run. Easy enough. So of course I put my best foot forward and on his signal I put everything I had into running the assigned course by running as fast as I could. The only problem was he didn’t like the shot and asked me to do it again but in his words “this time, let’s see you really runâ€ By the end of the run I was so breathless you couldn’t hear what I was saying (something about how much I enjoyed this!!) and curious passers by were stopping to see what was going on (we ended up with a few unpaid extras in the video). My next task was to sign up for swimming lessons. All of the previous Survivor episodes had required a lot of swimming and I definitely needed to master the crawl if I was to stay in contention (the breast stroke wasn’t going to cut it) I signed up at the local YMCA for some adult lessons and purchased the essentials that would give me the Mark Spitz edge. Unfortunately, the class was cancelled due to lack of numbers (or perhaps they all spotted me swimming a practice length in flippers and goggles) Still I remained steadfast and brought a book that was going to take me to victory. My first foray into the aquatic world had me swimming with the minnows, a group of noisy five year olds that could out swim me with their hands tied behind their backs! The three lifeguards all had their eyes trained on me; they knew disaster when they saw it. But my biggest shock was walking back to the locker room afterwards. I took my goggles off and caught sight of something in the mirror that stopped me dead in my tracks. There was this bedraggled person with huge red circles etched around her eyes…it was raccoon woman! The goggles had left an indelible mark on me. But the shock of seeing myself like this didn’t deter me and I splashed and spluttered my way though many afternoons of practice. Now there was nothing left to do except wait and wonder. If I got picked would I end up so hungry that I would be the first contestant eliminated for eating someone alive? Would my hitherto supportive family finally give in to embarrassment and disown me?
As it turned out the questions were hypothetical; I didn’t get picked and never got the chance to see if I could outwit, and outplay my opponents. However, I did learn to swim better and I have a CD of the video to remind me that I gave it a shot. As they say it’s never too late. I hear that there’s a new reality show on the horizon called Pirates. “Ah shiver me timbers and break out the rum!….
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