Director's Note

Epiphanies usually come when you least expect them. Mine came when I read “What I talk about, when I talk about running” by Haruki Murakami, chosen for its intriguing title as much as its convenient size at the airport bookstore, right before a transatlantic flight. Approaching middle age, with three fast-growing children and a family business that had to be sold, I had already taken the first leap towards change by going to film school at the ripe old age of 48. 

The book - a non-fiction reflection on running and the life of the writer -seemed to highlight the urgency to push for more change, putting everything into a new perspective. So I started running...

​“Finish Line” is the story of three vintage marathoners who caught my attention in various races, breaking the mold of your average long-distance runner. I’m not sure whether it was their blissed-out expression or the look of recognition as they turned and nodded in my direction, indicating I was one of “them”. So I started documenting their lives, hoping to understand what bound us together. Our worlds were light years apart, yet running unlocked every door, until I was finally able to put my finger on it. We had all somehow managed to nab that perfect pace that renders the finish line irrelevant. Since then, every finish line has become a new starting point and this documentary is a homage to every late bloomer out there who found the strength to start fresh.