We must suffer for our art

Tried a little bit of time-lapse photography yesterday. (No link, it was just a test and didn’t really come out that well.) Get down to add a bit of paint, stand up to take a picture, kneel down to add another bit of paint, stand up to take another picture, kneel down to add another bit of paint, stand up to take another picture, and OH MY GOD DO MY LEGS HURT RIGHT NOW.

By counting the film frames, I see I did the equivalent of 144 deep knee bends yesterday. Coincidentally, that’s the same number of deep knee bends I’ve done in the past two years. IT BURNS. IT BURNS US. WE HATES IT FOREVER.

[update two minutes later: Emily is not impressed by my leg pain. For some reason.]