
It's. Done. A bit more technical work to do but the creative editing is over. So I have a few minutes to burn.
What's the cost of this movie? I've been head-down full charge till now and sitting here with a glass of wine after almost 40 hours without real sleep I'm ragged yet reflective. It's been a while since I felt so empty, so beat down. I am absolutely spent - this last week alone I clocked almost 120 hours of work in 7 days.
A different life ago I was fighting mixed martial arts instead of cycling. Early in '94 there was a fight at Penn State and it was for some punk-ass Pennsylvania Belt series but it was my first big fight. A British guy, Glen Cranham fighting out of a gym in Alexandria VA, busted my face up bad. Something like 5 breaks in my skull and nose from that one fight. Most of the damage was done in the first minute from one of the few moves you can throw that are considered a 'foul' - a knee to the face. They stopped the fight for about 30 seconds so the ring doctor could come and wipe the gushing blood away long enough to see my nose was trashed. He said, "you're nose is busted up bad kid, you wanna keep going?" Stupid question. I had work to do. Glen knee'd me 2 more times in that round then the bell saved me.
The next round I took down the guy with 2 clean shots. But his damage was done. I slipped away into oblivion as he pounded my face in - jab, cross, jab, cross, knee to the face, elbow ... then the third round and more of the same.
I didn't go down. I refused to quit. My old man was at that fight and when I came out of the ring I hugged him. I went back to the locker room, he went outside and puked in the snow. But for some reason that's the life I chose and it doesn't seem to have changed much.
Just like in '94 I've been beat down working on this movie. Glen Cranham has re-appeared and thrown some completely illegal moves that hurt me bad. Real bad. I've got pain in my mind that won't go away for years to come. But I'm not giving up and I don't care how hard it has been - the cheap shots from cheap people won't stop me.
The lack of sleep might tho, so I"m gonna cut this here. For those who read this bullshit blog, thanks. This is the most I will publicly say about the rough road it was to make Chasing Legends but if you happen to see it, while you watch keep in the back of your mind a boxing match, bloody and mean. That's the best 'behind the scenes' story I can give you. And busted up, broken down and heart totally bleeding - it's done. I finished it today. I'm going to crawl out of the ring and into bed.
Oh yea, and while Glen was awarded the win that day (the judges were uneducated in the rules) when the USMTA commission saw the video of his cheap shots they reversed the decision and gave it to me. In the end I won that belt. So to the patient come victory. Or something like that.
Ding ding.