A Note from Fatty: I am in the middle of week two of an incredibly intense two weeks at work, so please do me a favor and forgive the infrequency and shortness and general phoned-it-in-ness of what I have been writing. My life will be back to normal next week, and I’ll be back to writing in great detail about things that haven’t actually happened again. Really.
Tomorrow — Thursday — is the premier of the Race Across the Sky documentary — the movie that details the 2010 Leadville 100 Mountain Bike Race.
I have previously mentioned that I was interviewed when this movie was filmed. At the time, I did not know how much of that interview was going to make it into the final cut.
Well, since then I’ve learned something amazing: my entire interview — all 90 minutes of it — is going to be in the movie. In its entirety. Uncut.
Okay, that may not be precisely true. However, I have learned that I will get more than the 2.2 seconds of film time I secretly (OK, not so secretly) expected I’d get.
Now, there’s a decent chance that this film will be playing at a theatre near you. So I hope you’ll go see the movie tomorrow (Click here to buy tickets). Because then if I’ve made a horrible fool of myself (a near certainty), I’ll at least be able to comfort myself with the knowledge that everyone who reads this blog will have had a good laugh at my expense.
Which is really one of the major reasons this blog exists, I guess, so I’m cool with that.
Of course, not everyone will be able to go see this movie. Fortunately for you, the people who made the movie sent me a photo — they called it a “production still,” but it looks like a photo to me — of me they took during my interview. Check me out:
The question you undoubtedly have — and I confess to having the selfsame question — is, “Can Fatty possibly hold his stomach in like that for a full 45-minutes-long interview?”
I guess we’ll find out.
Now, to get the full experience of what I was like during this interview, just imagine me standing there for forty five minutes, fidgeting and trying to answer questions, then starting to ramble and losing my train of thought, but continuing to talk anyway.
You know, pretty much the same experience you get with this blog anyway, but more multimedia-y.
My Anticipated Film Experience
I’ll be going to the 6:30PM showing of the movie at the Cinemark University Mall theatre in Orem, UT. I’ll have my Mom, her husband, The Runner, and six children in tow. So we’ll probably fill up half the house ourselves.
Still, if If you’re local, you should join me.
Once there, I expect to be unable to participate in any kind of conversation, since I’ll be trying my hardest to remember whether I insulted anyone in the audience, not to mention whether I used any bad language on camera.
Once the film begins, I will clench my jaw and sit rigidly until I come on screen. At which point I will stare in awe at huge I am when projected onto aforementioned screen, not to mention how effectively every imperfection I have is exquisitely magnified.
I will then marvel at how huge my nostrils are.
Once I have seen and heard myself, I hope to be able to stop worrying about it and just enjoy the movie. But honestly, I know that won’t happen. I’ll fret and mentally edit everything I say, and will probably smack myself mentally (maybe physically too) over how I forgot to include the most important thing in my response to any given question.
After the movie I will sit low in my chair until everyone leaves, and then I will go to my car and change into a non-soaked-with-sweat shirt.
PS: The trailer for the movie is good enough that I don’t mind embedding it here again.