Last week was one of the most exhausting, elating and extreme slots of time I’ve had in my entire life. It did not, however, get off to a rip-roaring start.
Completely shattered after a ridiculous weekend of last-minute fundraising (I believe my sleep total was quite possibly 8 hours for the entire weekend), when I arrived off the plane at Adelaide airport bright and early on Monday morning only to discover that the person giving me my ride to our first shoot location could not find me anywhere, it was, well, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Almost an HOUR late to find each other, when we finally did, the dam wall cracked and I burst into tears.
Missing the first challenge of the shoot. Missing sleep. Missing my kids.
The guy who picked me up apologised profusely for the confusion and suggested I take a moment to step into the bathroom and wash my face. “No, I’m fine,” I said. “I just want to get going!”
He insisted and led me to the bathroom, where I looked in the mirror and burst out laughing. My eyes were GLOWING RED. Fantastic. My first appearance on commercial television and I was going to look stoned off my freaking rocker.
In my fragile little “poor me” state, I found myself having second thoughts about the whole “wearing a tutu in every challenge!” thing. I called the fam and had a chat and moments later received this:
The upside of this little breakdown, of course, was that I got the lowest point of the entire week out of the way before it had even begun.
Because from then onwards, it was BEYOND AWESOME.
As for the constant filming stuff, may I reveal myself for the shameless piece of ham I am and let you know that I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. I think part of this is that the show’s not a reality TV piece in the whole “give us the dirt on what you really think about THIS person!” kinda way, it’s really about challenging yourself to these adventurous experiences onscreen. I loved that. Love the travel. Love the people. I’ve realised if I could just make a living shooting travel/adventure style docks like this one for the rest of my life I’d be a damn happy lady. Admittedly it was made umpteen times easier by a truly fabulous crew, including these three super lovely camera guys. Seriously, I cannot even choose which one I loved the most, they were such a sweet and professional bunch!
So now, it’s home again, home again, jiggedy jig.
So pumped to see the fam!
So not pumped to see the house looking like a shaken snow globe.
My body hurts, my tutu hurts…and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.