Adventure: Visual Diary #006

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The point of this series is to share a bit of the behind-the-scenes of my life. That’s all. That’s it. Nothing special. Just a hint at what my crazy looks like. I’ve been cutting films like mad, films for Blurb mostly, so this series feels like a bit of a relief, a free fire zone where I can link just about anything. I have limited skills when it comes to filmmaking, something that became apparent this week while cutting three films for Blurb. One of the three turned out well, something I can’t wait to share. The other two, not good, or at least not good enough. One of my issues is shooting enough footage to complete a four to six-minute film. And making enough good stills to satisfy my historical self. Making sure the sound is good, and perhaps most importantly, writing a good script. I feel like I’m juggling most of the time. So, enjoy these for what they are. Thanks.

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  1. Dan, you’re killing your body. There comes a time when enough is enough, and all the bits and pieces deserve to be put out to grass, not in a terminal sense, but in a loving, grateful way that acknowledges what they did for you when both you and they were younger, and were probably still expected to provide full owner support in the fight or fight ethic. (You may notice that my first option is flight, as in getting the hell out of wherever.)

    I used to do 132 press-ups every night before leaping into the marital bed. It made me feel wonderful, and game for whatever may or may not have been an option. That exercise system ran from when I started this stuff, when I was about sixteen, until the boredom ended it just before I hit thirty. In the process, it gave me reasonable pecs and triceps, but not a lot more – at least, that I could see in the mirror. Today, those hard little chest lumps have become gravity-damaged boobies that are anything but what I want to see adorning the surface of my chest. As for the triceps, not a trace of ‘em remains. I have always been a bit on the thin side, but this is nuts.

    It occurs to me that there’s a fine line between exercise and masochism.

    Your feet: listen to them: perhaps they are trying to whisper something wise to you…

    1. Rob, I’m with you on that. Marathon runner, duatlons, a triathlon and many random races and long rides in my 30s and 40s. My lung capacity and heart still reap the benefits, but my musculoskeletal system now pays the price in my early 70s. Moderation in all things.

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      Not even close Robby! The storm has passed and what comes after a storm? Great light. I was in the middle of the storm when I made that post. I’ve since felt a huge pop in my left hamstring followed by one in my calf. And now my left knee is grinding and popping like never before. Last night at dinner I held my knee and moved side to side while the insides felt like gravel. Until it all broke free! Yes, dating back to an injury in 1987. Sure, I had to suffer to get here, but now I’m here. I do about 120 pushups during my morning routine and have since added a HIIT session to the end of my normal routine. And still biking 120 miles per week. I’m getting better not worse! (for now)

  2. I’ve watched this and shared it with several people. The tactile wonderfulness at the 3:00 minute mark is awesome. What is that white thingamajig to the left of the monitor that seems to be showing what your camera is seeing?

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  3. Thanks Marshall. Just looked up that 360Go3. Looks like a lot of fun. I might have to remind myself that I’ve bought several items for video but never use them.

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