God, did I really wake up at 5:30 this morning?
Its now my second day since returning to the masters swim class. I asked for an ass kicking and Im getting it in spades. I managed to swim nearly a mile today before I became too frustrated and quit after 35 minutes. See, many of the people masochistic enough to show up this early seem to have been competitive swimmers or triathletes for the better part of their lives. I am routinely lapped by women who are at least 10, if not 15 years older than me. Never mind the men who are closer to my own age.
While Im no Olympic athlete, Im not out of shape either. Being consistently at the end of the line, holding up other swimmers, has been a humbling experience to say the least.
But, Ive got enough moxie in me to give it a go again tomorrow.
Breakfast, however, was a treat. Toasted slices of sourdough boule with warmed brie cheese and apricot preserves spread on top. One chilled peach. Delicious.
Later, work consisted of my first on-screen appearance in the role of President of the United States of America. Because of my fucked up hair (its messy and sticks up and out all over the place), I was an ideal candidate test how well we could pull a key on the green screens we shot through the tinted windows of a limousine (which will be used as the limousine that carries President Geena Davis). In English that means we were testing to see how well we can place a virtual background behind tinted windows. Not typically an easy feat.
I made a homemade Caesar dressing for dinner as well as cooking some split pea soup. Cooking soothes me.
A little meditation, and now I am off to bed. Bonne nuit.
Its now my second day since returning to the masters swim class. I asked for an ass kicking and Im getting it in spades. I managed to swim nearly a mile today before I became too frustrated and quit after 35 minutes. See, many of the people masochistic enough to show up this early seem to have been competitive swimmers or triathletes for the better part of their lives. I am routinely lapped by women who are at least 10, if not 15 years older than me. Never mind the men who are closer to my own age.
While Im no Olympic athlete, Im not out of shape either. Being consistently at the end of the line, holding up other swimmers, has been a humbling experience to say the least.
But, Ive got enough moxie in me to give it a go again tomorrow.
Breakfast, however, was a treat. Toasted slices of sourdough boule with warmed brie cheese and apricot preserves spread on top. One chilled peach. Delicious.
Later, work consisted of my first on-screen appearance in the role of President of the United States of America. Because of my fucked up hair (its messy and sticks up and out all over the place), I was an ideal candidate test how well we could pull a key on the green screens we shot through the tinted windows of a limousine (which will be used as the limousine that carries President Geena Davis). In English that means we were testing to see how well we can place a virtual background behind tinted windows. Not typically an easy feat.
I made a homemade Caesar dressing for dinner as well as cooking some split pea soup. Cooking soothes me.
A little meditation, and now I am off to bed. Bonne nuit.
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Take this dude I'm training right now. When he first came to me, I had him doing a circut of 30 seconds jump rope, 1 minute rest for 3 reps. It kicked his ass. Eight weeks later, he's doing circuts of 2 minutes with 30 seconds rests. Not exactly world-class, but the best shape of his adult life so far, and getting better.
He started and was slobbering and shaking off of 10 hindu pushups, but recently set his max reps at 35. In fact, we tested him at 3 weeks into training and again at the sixth week, and he increased his reps in each exercise, but most importantly did the whole routine in literally half the time. Like woah. So he's kicking ass and taking names.
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Re: visual effects, I totally get all that. I've worked around film and video enough to know a bit about green screens, getting keys, artifacting and halos, etc.; I'm not an expert, but I'm conversant.
I would have tried to cover the window with matte green tape.
In fact, this weekend in St. Louis, my friends produce a TV show that uses green-screens on the set for compositing, and Sophie and I totally meant to get our pictures taken in front of them, so I could do some fun photoshopping, but it never happened. C'est La Fun.
that is just most excellently delightful. do the soothing stuff. good for the bones.