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June, 2014

The 45 Hour Improv Marathon Couples Podcast

The 45 Hour Improv Marathon is about to happen. June 20th-22nd, in fact!

This year two couples are in the Marathon: Newlyweds Ruby & Troy, and Rachel & Dave.

The recently met up at The Dog and Duck Pub to discuss relationship tips, and their hopes & fears with regards to the Marathon.

It’s short and sweet. Give it a listen.

The 45 Hour Improv Marathon runs from 5pm, Friday June 20th – 2pm, Sunday, June 22nd. The schedule, tickets and passes are here.

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Here Comes The Sun- Ceej Allen on the Improv Marathon

By Ceej Allen

After the marathon I slept for fourteen hours. When I woke up at 7:30 am my back was sore. I popped some ibuprofen, guzzled some water and sat myself on the front porch rocking chair. The Monday morning world was there to greet me. That’s when it hit me.

Colors. Green leaves and grass. The majestically purple blossoms in the trees. The white tips of feathers on a (docile) mockingbird flying by. The deeply rich maroon of my car. A city street construction worker walked up to me and handed me an orange pamphlet. I will never forget that orange. Everything around me seemed new and fresh.

Improv is often described as a being like a drug; when an improviser is so comfortable in a scene that he almost gets lost in it. The subconscious sort of bubbling up into the scene. Euphoric. I’ve felt this many times. A scene finishes and you realize that you were just performing a scene. It’s like the scene is a snow globe. You turn it over and set it upright. All of the snow is subconscious material falling slowly back to the ground. Back to reality. And aftewards you are like, “Hey, looks like it snowed.”

Doing forty-fours of improv shows in a row without sleep (except for a few five-minute torture naps) and then collapsing into coma-like sleep for fourteen hours is an overdose of this drug. Either I took a lot of snow globes last weekend or there was a blizzard. But it is a good overdose, if that is possible.

The marathon was such an amazing life-changing time. I can’t wait for next year. To play in a few shows. To support the next batch of marathoners. To witness as much of the insanity as I can. It’s gonna be really neat. Looking back into that gigantic snow globe from the outside. I know I’m gonna fall in love with improv all over again like I did at this year’s marathon.

And now, a year later, Ceej shares his words of wisdom for this players this year:

Here are some tips for this year’s core cast:
PACK WELL. Changes of clothing, a pillow and a blanket, toiletries, pain relief meds (just in case), anything you think you will need… bring it!

FRESHEN UP. Brush your teeth and/or gargle mouthwash. Change your undies and socks every now and then. Use deodorant. All of these will make you feel better and be a blessing to your partners in crime.

REST. Sit or lie down between shows. Nap or not depending on your needs and how your body works. You will have ten to fifteen minutes between shows. Use this time wisely!

EAT AND DRINK WISELY. Between meals I chose to snack on healthy foods and drink lots of water. Yes, I did eat sweets every now and then. Yes, I drank some caffeinated beverages, but very few. Whatever works for you. Hopefully you will get fruit smoothies in the homestretch like we did when I played. GODSEND! ENERGY! BLISS!

SUPPORT. There are so many people supporting you. Getting you food and drinks. Giving massages. Waiting on you with the biggest “yes ands…” If you ever feel totally worn-out, think about your core audience supporters. Watching forty-five hours is just as hard, if not harder, than performing it.

TRUST IN IMPROV. You are not expected to perform great improv. You do not even have to worry about being good. You have seven other players as well as MANY guest performers. You will ride waves of amazing work and subpar work. Everyone will. When you least expect it, even when you find yourself exhausted, some amazing things will come from you. TRUST ME!

LOVE EACH OTHER. We called ourselves “Romans” (thanks, Jessica) and before every show we put our hands in a center ring and said, “One, two, three… Romans!” We still call each other Romans whenever we see each other. Also (this came from the previous year’s marathoners courtesy of Marc Majcher) we would say, “I still like you” before every show You’d be amazed how something this simple makes life better. Give yourselves a name and like each other. After all, you are doing something you love very much. And, you will see, it loves you back.

The 45 Hour Improv Marathon runs from 5pm, Friday June 20th – 2pm, Sunday, June 22nd. The schedule, tickets and passes are here.

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Marathon Blog Post: Why I Want To Do This To My Body, by Bridge-o

By Bridget Brewer

When I was in middle school, I learned about this crazy Greek soldier named Pheidippides, who ran the world’s first marathon. In 490 BC, when the Greeks defeated the Persians on the battlefield in Marathon, Greece, Pheidippides ran all the way to Athens to deliver the news. Which is insane, because by 490 the Greeks were definitely using domesticated horses. Why didn’t Pheidippides just use a horse? What would possess him to run all the way from Marathon to Athens, without stopping and without sleeping?

Here’s the real kicker: legend says that upon arriving, he yelled out, “Rejoice! We are victorious!” Then he collapsed and died. My middle school self read that story and thought, Hell no. I would never doing something that crazy to my body, ever.

Now, some 13 years later, I am about to do a crazy thing to my body. It may not be as intense as running across Greece in the early 5th century with crappy shoes on, but here it is: I am about to improvise theater, non-stop, for 45 hours.

The Hideout Improv Marathon has been an annual occurrence since 2009. It begins at 5 pm on Friday and continues until the final hour on Sunday, which, in my case, will be 2 pm. Each show is 1 hour long, and the only caveat is that myself and my co-performers – Dave Buckman, Rachel Madorsky, Ruby Willman, Troy Miller, Katie Dahm, Michael Ferstenfeld, and Jay Funky – are not allowed to sleep.

A lot of people have asked me why I’m putting myself through this kind of extreme physical challenge. My parents, for example. My boss. My friends. My middle school self is definitely judging me from the pages of my old diaries. It might not make that much sense on paper, but here’s the thing about marathons: since their inception in 490 BC, they have been about joy. Look at Pheidippides, who ran himself literally to death so he could yell, “YOU GUYS, WE FLIPPIN’ DID IT?” and hear their happy response in person. Look at Fauja Singh, the world’s first 100-year old to finish the Toronto Marathon, who was quoted as saying, “Achieving this will be like getting married again.” Look at Roberta Gibb who, in 1966, when told she wasn’t allowed to run in the Boston Marathon because she was a girl, hid in the bushes until half the runners passed before jumping in and finishing the course at 3 hours, 21 minutes, and 40 seconds, and didn’t give a hell that her score was considered “unofficial.” My own mom ran a half marathon last year in Portland, OR in February – a gloomy, wet, horrible time of year to be in my home state – and when she was done, she said she couldn’t stop laughing.

For 6 years, The Hideout Theatre has successfully managed to find willing performers, funding to feed them, audiences to watch them, and children to benefit from The Hideout Scholarship Fund, which is where your money will be going when you pay for these shows. This year, The Hideout has even expanded to include a special class for kids who register on the Autism spectrum, which was so successful we’ll be teaching two classes again in the fall. Why not keep spreading that kind of empowerment to all people, including those who can’t front the cost of classes?

As improv taught many of us, joy is a powerful thing. I can’t imagine a better way to spend a weekend than sharing joy with my co-performers and with you, knowing that because we are doing this, other human beings will benefit. So on Friday, June 20, at 5:00 pm, I’m going to put on my crappy shoes and do crazy stuff for 45 hours. I know it’s gonna be worth it.

See the complete schedule and get your tickets to the Marathon at:

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