Mixing a little something. #mixing #audio #music #ssl
I’ve been so busy that I havent been working out or staying in shape. I look very skinny because of the muscle mass I’ve lost, but still decided to do this tri this morning. It was a small 400m swim, 10mi. bike, 5k run. I was not worried about the distance but I hate being slower than I once was so I was bothered that I’ve lost my speed. Another is my plantar facia being out of control with pain and being one of the reasons for not running for 3-4 weeks before the race. In the morning I tried to job a little on the beach and it was too much. Anyways… enough excuses I still did it in sub 1 hour and finished 21st overall (I think there were 500 racers?). 2nd in age group. Came out of the water 4th, but I choked for a good 30 seconds so it should’ve been a 6:15 time but I ended up at 6:45 for 400 (The reason they say its 7:22 was because of it not lapping til I hit transition which was a run from the swim exit. The bike was super packed and there was almost no room to pass so the first few miles were like 20mph. I averaged about 24 after that but ended up with an average of 22.91mph for the bike. The run had me in sand for a half mile and a trail the entire time. That slowed me down but also my foot a little bit and not running for a month. Ended up being a 23:30 minute 5k.
Pretty happy with the results, definitely killed the bike. My 5k record is 21:22, so I guess a minute or 2 isn’t terrible after not running for a while and biking like a mad man to try to being my pace back. Sub one hour was my goal. 59:26 was my time. Then I rode my bike home another 10 miles just to cool down. Averaged like 22 there. Now time to go back to work tomorrow lol.
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
the parallel is uncanny
ashley-hanoman-music asked: I live for mixing. Well it's been 1.5 years since I discovered mixing but since then OMG it's taken over me, I love it! I'm driven to succeed. However, I'm stuck in a small countryside town in SW England. There is nothing to push or inspire me, there is no work. How do I get out of here? I'm 30 years old so I'm not just looking to mess around travelling but want to be efficient & place myself correctly. I am flexible & will go anywhere (good weather is quite high on my priorities!). PLEASE HELP!
Here’s the advice I can give you.
Personally, I’ve never lived in a small town, I’ve grown up in Miami, FL and still live here. What I know from successful people from small towns is that you need every single person in your town to know what you do and why you love it (even if you have to give your services for free). From there, you should hope that people will get the word out to neighboring towns.
The big flaw to this is that you already have access to the largest city in the world, the internet. Try getting yourself all over the internet. You want people to be able to find you no matter what. They need to hear material and know what you’re capable of, or else you will never be hired by anyone. You need credibility.
Any the problem with all of this is… It didn’t work for me.
So what is working for me?
I started engineering music at 12, I’m 20 now and have worked on hundreds of projects recording, mixing, producing, etc;, but none went where we’d hoped. I’ve built my own dream studio and rented it out or used it as my own space. Sure I made a few hundred bucks here or there, but I was working til I collapsed. This industry is possibly the hardest in the world.
Next bit of advice that you must know is: Nothing is given to you, and you deserve nothing until you can prove you deserve it, and even then, they may not believe you; there’s too much politics.
Right now, I’ve had to start at the bottom of the business, but before I came here I was in a dark place and very very desperate. I called up the owner of a large recording studio here in Miami, one of the busiest in the world (I had known him when I worked there with a producer and he remembered me and gave me his personal number years ago). He told me that all he could do is give me an internship because everybody who works there is required to start as an intern. I was scared of taking the position because I felt I deserved more for all my hard work. I couldn’t say no though, and I’m glad I didn’t, here are my reasons.
1. I was tired of working for joe shmos who didn’t want to pay me and were probably going nowhere or had no idea how hard you have to work to make it in this industry.
2. I know that even if I could make money out there on my own right now, I needed a career first and the jo shmos weren’t going to make that happen.
3. I needed to work with people who were serious about music.
4. I needed to work with people who could afford to pay me, were under a label who could afford to pay me, or were so serious that they would save up to pay me.
I started interning right away and the guy who interviewed me told me that this internship was no joke and was incredibly difficult, and boy it is, but it is nothing compared to how hard it is out there. I show up early, and stay late. People commend me on how hard I work and how I make anything happen for people. In the studio trainings, I caught up, and surpassed to people 7 weeks ahead of me. I’ve already had opportunities to work as an assistant to big time artists and engineers in the industry. I got to do a voice over session for $40 that took just 30 minutes, and the studio manager trusted me in a session and gave it to me because none of the engineers answered their phones on Friday night, sadly, the client canceled last minute. I’ve been there about 3 months so far, and have seen 5 or 6 interns come and go because it is too hard.
At night, when studios start to empty, or it goes slow, I go in the studios and try out every function of the consoles and outboard gear. I run my mixes through the board and make sure I am super comfortable with using anything the studio has to offer.
I have started nearly 5 businesses in my time in the music industry, and will never give up, this may not be the place for me, but this is a place I’m loving for the time being.
Whether you choose to take my route, or the other 2 described, I wish you the best and keep me updated. Also, send me some of your mixes so I can look over them. We are also very low on interns right now at the studio, so if you are really, really serious about doing this music thing and don’t mind cleaning bathrooms, doing dishes, moping floors, etc.; then come on down.
So the day before the race was really hectic. I woke up and did a brick at 5AM 30 minute bike, 15 minute run. Then got tons of stuff ready including luggage, transition bag, food, drinks, breakfast, etc. Then began driving 5 hours plus picking up Bike Rentals for my sister, brother, and girlfriend for their sprint on Sunday. I was late to the athlete meeting but I still got it all in because they started late. I learned that the bike course was changed a bit from the original change. It was fine by me, I’m just here for the ride, as long as the length is the same, I’m good. It was hot out and I wondered if it would really cool to the low 60s by the next morning. Got my packet and dropped off my bike before heading to the hotel. Dinner ended up at Longhorn, just about the only place that could be any good near the hotel. Had this Chicken dish with mashed potatoes and brocoli that just rocked. Very happy.
Woke up race day 3:30AM and started eating. Had a banana, apple sauce, Ensure Plus, and grape juice. Went downstairs and toasted 2 pieces of bread and had some butter on em. Saw the first triathlete at the hotel and gave him a nod as he left for the race, he was doing the half as well. I had everything set and ready to go and just had to fill up my drinks by 5 (I work very slow in the early morning). I was off and once I was there got an okay parking spot and went to set up transition. Everything was really dark, but going smooth until it started raining. My worst nightmare when it is cold, I had to put on my wetsuit double time to avoid having a miserable time putting it on wet. Everything went okay and we rushed under this hut area with all the other triathletes and froze while we waited to go down to the water. Eventually the rain let up again and the mass of people ready for the mass start all went down to the beach to wade into the water and do a little warmup before the race. The big problem was that we could not see anything through the dark air and limited visibility due to rain. Everyone was looking for the buoy. The race director finally called up everyone to the beach and so I was worried it would be canceled, but he spoke to us about the race for a minute and revealed that there was another course change, from the 13.1 mile loop to a 6.55 mile loop, this made me upset because I hate having to see things more than once and I already am going to have to do that on the bike. Nothing I could do though, so we all saw through the clouds and we could see the first buoy. The race was delayed by 15 minutes, but when it was time, a waverunner went out with a light so we could sight better.
I’m ready, I’m ready, got my ear plugs in, wetsuit on, goggles set, swim cap on, I’m ready, wait why are people swimming? Did I forget to mention that my ear plugs were in :). So I see people running and running, and it is not very deep so I do the same, then my legs started feeling like they were putting in effort so I dove for it, but I was moving faster running through the water than the people who decided to swim the first bit. So we’re swimming now and It was nearly impossible to see the buoys, especially when it started raining. The first buoy seemed to take a long time to get to, but I felt my 10 minute timer go off only a little before it so I knew I had to be moving fast. Now the second buoy felt really long, especially with waves in my face and I kept finding myself 50 yards off course and had to correct myself too much. I had no idea where the beach was coming around the third buoy, and just followed everybody, but still fell off course for some reason. I was also really burning up in my left shoulder. My shoulder was burning real bad and felt very tired. That might explain me veering mostly to the left. I’m coming out of the water feeling like that was the slowest swim in my life, but I take a look at my watch and BOOM 33:00 exactly.
Started running to transition. My wetsuit was half off and I didn’t know how the strippers worked so I watched one person and then jumped on the floor and in .5 seconds it was off. Ran into transition and realized I had to pee. I thought to myself, ehhh, it will go away on the bike, then I thought… No bathroom for 28 miles? We need to go! But I’m at transition freaking out because everything is soaking wet: socks, shoes, bike, glasses, helmet. I then start running around not realizing that the bathrooms were straight ahead. I sprint and do my business, head to the bike and glasses, helmet, socks… wait, I can’t see now, take off glasses and put them in my tri suit just incase I need them later. 2:48 Transition.
I run and hop on my bike and I’m off. I was having trouble getting on my shoes for the first half a mile because it was uphill, but eventually got em snug, then I realized I hadn’t hit “lap” on my watch to switch to bike. I hit it twice on accident and now it says T2, so I had to reset and go to bike again. Really slowed down my first two miles. Decided I needed to catch up and started getting a move on. Passed a good bit of people in the beginning and had some fun back and forths with people for a good portion of the race, but I almost saw no other racers for the last 10 miles. The bottle hand offs sucked so I only ended up getting one bottle and am glad I took my 30oz of gatorade and 25oz. of water with me. Also, it rained and the tape holding my gels to the bike didn’t hold up so well so I had to take them off and put them in the back of my tri-suit. I lost one gel in the process which I wanted towards the end of the bike and the guy at the aid station wasn’t very good at giving me one. Otherwise, my nutrition went pretty well, not as planned, but pretty well. Getting off the bike is so fun so I pull my leg around and run off. I’m feeling good. Really good when I see BIKE TIME of 2:35:05. My goal was under 2:48.
This went smooth from what I remember except everybody wanted me to look at them and I fumbled with my stuff a few times but got everything good to go.
Like I said, I was feeling goodoff the bike. My goal pace for the half marathon was 9:00 miles. My first mile was just getting into the groove and my watch beeps: “8:12.” Wow, I don’t want to burn myself out. A girl came up behind me looking to do a 2:00 half marathon like me so we kinda kept pace with each other and talked for the first 6.5 miles or so. The course was a 2 loop, 6.55 mile course. After the first loop, I pulled ahead of her and I guess her knee was bothering her, because from then on, I was feeling real slow. At about 7 miles, the real pain started to set in. At 8, I was trying to convince myself that I wasn’t as tired or in as much pain as I was. By the 11th mile, I had to convince myself to keep going when every bone in my body wanted to lay down. The 12th mile was just horrendous, uphill, painful, unbearable, to say the least. Going into mile 13 I just knew I could pull off 1.1 more miles. I push myself, feeling like I wanted to crawl instead, but go hard and at 13 miles, I notice that we are not very close to the finish line… oh no… Ended up as a 13.4 mile run. I must note that my biggest annoyance was twice going 2 miles without any water because there was only like 3 or 4 aid stations on each loop. I would rather there be one every mile so I have a choice to skip it or If I’m really needing it, can go. Also the aid stations would make you stop and choose what you wanted from the tables instead of handing it out. That made it all the more miserable. The run was hot and I forgot to bring my sun glasses because I didn’t need them at all on the bike. I don’t know if any of that had to do with my slowness towards the end, but I will never know.And here are the run splits:
I had no feelings, pain overtook my body. I just ran through and used all my strength to put my fists as high in the air as I could. I wanted to collapse. To sleep and just fall down. I had cookies and stuff and actually came in 3rd in my age group, but left before awards… Whoops. total time 5:16:16. The reason you see 34 minutes on my official results is that they didn’t split the swim until I was in transition:
- friend: omg i just ate so much i ate this piece of toast and a banana for breakfast!!!11!!
- runner: um can you please be quiet i can't hear you over chewing my 3rd breakfast of the day thanks
- triathlete: Sounds like my snack I had on the bike this morning.
70.3 OCALA, FL March 23, 2013
That number makes it feel like it’s a long time away, but with only 2 more weeks of training left before tapering, it feels right around the corner.
I have 2 papers to write and a homework and online quiz due tonight at midnight. I should be doing that but my legs are really feeling it after todays workout. Let me explain.
I got up at 6 and went for a brick. I planned on doing a 40 Mile bike followed by a 6 mile run because I already did a long run during the week and I’m still recovering from my Achilles tendonosis. The first 20 miles were pretty good. At times I held up towards 25MPH (with the wind behind me). I also kept a consistent 20-21 with the crosswind. I ended up turning around and getting that same 15MPH wind in my face. That killed me. I was pumping real hard to keep 17-18MPH on the way back. I think I averaged 19.8 overall. Homestead is always a nice ride. I also saw a guy eat the pavement at about 20mph, he said he was fine so I kept on, but it was a scary moment. Overall I think I had about 28oz. of G2, a burst jelly pack thing that’s awesome and a gel.
I got off the bike and transitioned into the run. I just put drinks in my mailbox and did a 3 mile loop of my block. I was running fast. My plan for the half iron is to keep a 6.5-6.6MPH pace (9:10/mile). I was running through splits of 8:30. I wanted to slow down to conserve energy, but at mile 4 I still felt real good. I kept going, but slowed down to about an 8:45-8:50 Pace. At mile 6 I felt good still, so I decided to keep going. By 7 I said, “alright, let’s do 8 and call it a day.” I hit the turn around for 8 and was starting to feel weak, but now I had to do 9 just because. So 9 miles in 1:19. I had a regular Gatorade, a bottle of water, and 2 gels through the run.
I wish the pool was colder, but it was alright. Stretched, foam rolled. THEN, my parents wanted me to go to the chili cook off, so I went and walked around for a while.
Now, my legs felt alright at the end of the run, but about 20 minutes later, they began to ache real bad. I’m still pretty happy with the performance. If I feel that good on race day, I’m in for a treat.
Here’s that workout in pictures:
And here’s my week in review:
I think next time I’ll try to get pictures of myself training so this is more interesting. and NOW, I start homework.
First, we don’t have it all together up there. Second, we really don’t feel like walking a half mile parking lot with a backpack after getting off an hour or so bike and will be swimming or running later. And third, we always have some injury, whether we know it or not.