I was inspired to do some work. (Insert knowing snicker here, friends.) But I am ONE of those people; when it kicks in, whatever I’m interested in doing, the ADHD hyper focus that is both a blessing and a confusion (note I did not say curse) allows me to make any job, small or big into something huge. I study, practice, carve, tweak, finagle, do, do and do some more until the deadline says I’m done.
A few months ago I had the chance to fill a small role with IMG on their live telecast production of the 2016 Skechers Los Angeles Marathon. No, I didn’t get to do any talent work – that was ably handled by an amazing bunch of KTLA broadcasters and race specialists who were on top of their respective games. I wasn’t a poo-bah, or a big segment producer, all roles those who know me have seen me gladly fill over the years. I was a predator, producer-editor, helping with some small elements in pre-production, uploading some things, and offering my experience in whatever way they needed me. You can see four of the little pieces I edited here at the top of this playlist on my YouTube channel.
And no, my ego wasn’t in the way because I was doing a smaller job than perhaps I “used to do”; I was excited to be in the game, working with pros at a high level, and being treated as such. You see, successful production teams (teams of any type, I believe) don’t consider any job to be unimportant, and in my experience, don’t treat those working ANY job as if they are beneath the others. Sure, I bounced a few of my co-workers off of the figurative walls a time or two when I was younger, in my quest for perfection. I wish I could’ve those days back, because I was usually yelling, or pushing, or chiding, or demanding of others out of a desire to do my BEST with their part in any success CRITICAL. I needed everyone, every step of the way, and hope they know it looking back.
Looking forward, I am older, wiser, and better at everything I do… yet some times, people think younger/cheaper/less-experienced is better. That’s too bad. Grey beards like me have made those mistakes already, and are much, much more flexible than our bodies might appear. At least that’s my experience.
As for the above hinted inspiration, yes, I was (and am) inspired by working with the women and men who put on such a terrific event, hoping to have the chance to work with them in the future. But I was also inspired by the stories that were told in and around the race. I am a storyteller – in my heart and soul – and a sharer of stories, even when they are not my own.
As simple as it is, the race reminded me of the community that is part of such an event, and how many ways we can be involved. Charitably, behind the scenes, in the media coverage, and, of course, as participants. Since the event, i’ve been running/hiking almost daily, not so much with my eye on a marathon, but on the marathon of life I don’t want to run without a community of people who have stories to tell and inspiration to share.
I’m the stranger who ran the Lakewood 5K and introduced him to everyone before, during and after the race – pointing out the John Wayne Cancer Foundation bandana he wore (pink) as a cancer survivor. Dogs can bring about awareness, too.
A couple of weeks ago I ran my first night race in 15 years, while picking up the dogs from their sitter (and dear friend Suzy) in Arizona. I survived with no major boo-boos running the Sinister Insomniac 9K night trail run through the San Tan Mountain Regional Park south of Phoenix. And I did have a blast, despite all the outside crap that’s making life very, very challenging for me at this time, to set aside those worries and simply be part of life’s race, outdoors, underneath the stars, by experiencing something new. And yes, I think being around the LA Marathon helped remind me of the importance of putting… one foot… in front of the other… even when it hurts like hell.