For 20 years, with youth and strength, I sat in a dark edit suite pushin’ buttons. Now, pushin’ forty with a bad back, a bum knee and several years of bodily abuse due to being an adrenaline junkie, I find myself all over the world as a roving hand-held vidiot. What I do to ignore pain is ignore it. After 12 hours of shooting, I fake a grin as if my threshold of pain is not an 8 ona scale from one to ten. The last thing I can afford is folks to think I have any sort of handicap doing my job. Last week found me in a boat crash in the gulf of mexico. I bruised a bone in my shooting shoulder and pinched another nerve in my back. As people on the boat compaired battle wounds, I simply documented them and said nothing.
In typical man fasion, when I get home, that’s when I milk sympothy. My wife heals all ailments with love, attention and vast amounts of icey hot. My daughter walks on my back to realign my spine, my boys tell me I kick ass and off I go to do it again.
This method works for me. Miles may vary.
I can tell ya the more ya excersise, the better. Walk a lot, jog if you can. Have as much sex as your wife can stand. Use stairs, not the elevator when not on a shoot. Sit in the sun when chillin’. It simplay aint good for a brother to hang out in a dark suite 60 hours a week every dang week.
