The Full Blast Dispatch

We've Moved

2009-08-24T23:18:00.008-04:00

The Full Blast Dispatch has moved over here.

This Blogger site contains a few of Marshall Tully's articles and blog posts up until early 2009. This site is an archive and is not actively maintained.

The Beautiful Ernestine Shepherd

2009-02-04T16:58:00.009-05:00

5-foot-5, 130 lbs., 10% bodyfat.

... and 71 years old.

Here's the article, from The Baltimore Sun.

MT meets Double-H

2009-01-13T15:15:00.031-05:00

The lovely Heather Hiscox recently dropped by the Full Blast studio to shoot a segment for CBC-TV's flagship national morning show, News Morning. It was good fun and the folks over at the CBC are always cool to work with. Check out the video here.

Uncle Hank is on the Tour Bus and Ready to Blow Your Mind

2008-10-20T18:55:00.014-04:00

Human pitbull Henry Rollins is back in the van this fall, bringing his unique brand of social commentary and stand-up comedy to a city near you. If you're not familiar with Rollins, he's probably best known as the lead singer of the ancient punk rock band Black Flag, but in recent years has expanded his resume to include author, activist, publisher, actor, and television and radio host.

I'll admit that it can take some patience to get into some of Rollins' music (though I'd highly recommend his 2000 album Get Some Go Again), but regardless of your tastes, you've gotta tip your hat to the guy's phenomenal work ethic and rabid intensity. In the past year or two alone, Rollins has toured incessantly with his spoken word performances, released a couple of books, a few DVDs, hosted a television series on the Independent Film Channel, and toured Iraq with the USO.

What did you do this year? Get a new cat?

As part of his Recountdown Tour 2008- celebrating the final days of the Bush era- Rollins will be blowing the roof off Toronto's Queen Elizabeth Theatre on Monday, October 27th. This will be the fourth time in as many years that I've seen his spoken word show, and I can't wait for another dose.

A full list of Rollins' tour dates can be found on his website here.

So, why is any of this relevant to the lifting of heavy things? No stranger to the squat rack, Rollins wrote an inspirational essay in 1993 for Details magazine, called Iron and the Soul. Fifteen years since its original publication, it continues to be essential reading for anyone needing a wake-up call to get off their ass and live life with the volume knob cranked. It's been reprinted on hundreds of websites over the years, including this one.

Promise me you'll take the time to read it.

You Say Tomato, I Say Spezzatino

2008-08-25T19:32:00.015-04:00

It's not often we see a truly original concept in the world of gastronomy, food science, and social justice- let alone all three at the same time.

That's why you've gotta check out the new online magazine Spezzatino.

The project is spearheaded by two friends of mine, both of whom are familiar names in the fitness & nutrition community. They also happen to be a couple of the smartest people I know.

For the past few years, Spezzatino's Editor-in-Chief, Dr. Krista Scott-Dixon, has been authoring the wildly popular website Stumptuous, the de facto online resource for BS-free and commercial-free women's fitness advice.

Over at Dr. John Berardi's superb Precision Nutrition site, Phil Caravaggio acts as the rudder to JB's sail. Phil is the publisher of Spezzatino, and one the founders of the Healthy Food Bank, a Toronto-based non-profit organization that provides nutritious foods to local food banks around North America.

Krista, Phil, and their team have been keeping the Spezzatino thing under wraps for the past few months, but as of yesterday afternoon, the cat's outta the bag.

Rather than rave about it here, I'll leave it to them to explain the project's mission and show you all the tasty goods.

Head over to the site and download the first (free!) volume of this informative and beautiful looking mag. And be sure to let them (and a couple thousand of your closest friends) know how cool you think it is.

You're in for a treat.

Stairway to Heck

2008-08-20T10:31:00.033-04:00

Weights should feel heavy when you lift them. Cardio should feel hard when you do it. Pretty entry-level stuff, no?

Sadly, I think it's safe to say that if you take a look around most gyms, the majority of folks aren't really putting forth enough pure physical effort (or avoiding enough pure cherry turnovers) to elicit much of an improvement in their body composition.

The Web doesn't need another rant explaining why heavy deadlifting is more productive than Thigh Mastering, or why intense interval sprinting is superior to walking semi-briskly on a treadmill while lip-reading CNN in a joyless room with twenty total strangers. You're switched-on, and you already know all this stuff.

What I'd like to talk about here is how to combine two of the most effective modes of training for fat loss and overall athleticism, entirely within a small indoor stairwell (I'm all for training outdoors, but Toronto winters are colder than a pimp's heart).

You probably know that circuit-style resistance training with multi-joint movements and brief rest periods is a phenomenal way to melt off bodyfat. Rockstar strength coaches like Alwyn Cosgrove have written extensively about this concept for years.

You probably also know that high intensity interval cardio (that is, some form of all-out effort combined with short periods of recovery, usually repeated for five to eight rounds) is far superior to steady-state cardio for fat loss in just about every case. It's a big reason why marathon runners usually look like crap, while sprinters (both the women and the men) pretty much epitomize the ideal physical aesthetic for most people. It's largely because of how they train.

Performing sprints on a staircase is one of my favorite ways to bust out the interval cardio. Very few activities will leave you sucking for oxygen as violently. Which is great you're thinking, but where exactly does the circuit-style strength training fit in to all this?

The average staircase landing is about the same size a 4x6 foot exercise mat. This opens up a world of cruel possibilities. For example, after sprinting up from the bottom of a stairwell, stop at the third floor landing and bang out ten bodyweight squats. Then sprint up to the fifth floor landing and squeeze out some push-ups. Throw a couple of garage sale dumbbells or a homemade sandbag into the mix (for thrusts, cleans, etc.), and you'll be shredded like a whippet in no time.

I do have a treadmill at the Full Blast studio, but I regard it kind of like a rusted out '74 Pontiac that's been sitting in a farmer's field for a couple of decades. I'm assuming it still runs, but it hasn't been fired up in a long, long time. I'm fortunate to have access to a private five-floor staircase, and I now use this unique hybrid of resistance training and sprinting almost exclusively when clients want to shed bodyfat quickly and aren't afraid of hard work.

This past winter I needed some photos for my upcoming Muscle Masala DVD and cookbook project, and began thinking about which of the current crop of fitness models I might be able to recruit to do the shoot. It just so happened that it was around this same time that the fridge at chez Tully was getting stocked up with truckloads of turkey breast and broccoli- the missus had decided that under my guidance, she was going to make her first really earnest attempt at getting lean, through an aggressive nutrition plan and some focused hard training.

One of the main protocols I used with Sonia right from day one were these staircase circuits, and a couple of months into her training, things were panning out beyond our wildest expectations. Her bodyfat soon hit 10%. It started to occur to me that I might be able to save myself a few bucks and some creepy-sounding phone calls, and have her do the Muscle Masala photos instead of a pro fitness model. Her conditioning was fantastic, and in all immodestly, she is, as your dirty old uncle might say, "rather easy on the eyes."

When all was said and done, Sonia showed up for the photo shoot at 7% bodyfat, and we couldn't have been more pleased with the pics.

A few days ago we shot the following video in the stairwell at Full Blast. This particular circuit features a couple of my favorite training tools for staircase stuff- the Bulgarian Training Bag and a sandbag. Use your imagination though. A simple pair of dumbbells can provide limitless options.

However you choose to structure your circuit, don't take a break at the top of the stairs unless you absolutely need to- that sort of defeats the purpose. Immediately walk back down the stairs at a moderate pace (that's your recovery phase). Don't stop at the bottom either- just turn around and start sprinting. As hard as this stuff is physically, it's also a mind game. Just plug into some kickass music and shut off the pain centre in your head. It's only about ten minutes of your life and it'll be over before you know it.

Start slow with this stuff- it's more humbling than it looks. Try getting through two or three rounds initially, with the intention of eventually working up to seven or eight.

Anyway, without further ado, our feature presentation. Be sure to turn up your sound for all the punk rock glory.

Do Not Give the Monkeys Eatables. It Can Cause Mishap.

2008-05-04T09:15:00.006-04:00

Somewhere in the first few pages of Gregory David Roberts' paperback boat anchor Shantaram, the author observes how day-to-day activity in India seems to operate solely on the power of magic. In the frenzied major cities, rickshaws, street dogs, and massive Mercedes sedans all manage to jockey for position in the maniacal and lawless traffic, and miraculously, you'll rarely see a serious collision. Each day, thousands of stainless steel lunch tiffins are punctually delivered to Bombay businessmen through an amazingly complex system, devised by people who are wholly illiterate. A billion-plus people with vastly different histories, religious beliefs, and income brackets somehow functioning quite cordially in an environment of absolute chaos. Try putting that many North Americans or Europeans in the same petri dish and see how long it takes to fully implode.

To witness it all firsthand- which I just spent the last month doing- is to take your reality and value system and shake it up like one of the Taj Mahal snow globes that orphaned peddlers sell at every street corner. I'm still waiting for all the little pieces to settle the ground, which likely won't be happening for a very long time.

The date is Saturday, March 22. We're in the Himalayan foothills, in a rural area of Himachal Pradesh, a northwestern state that borders Jammu & Kashmir on the north, sandwiched between Pakistan and western China. We're roughly 30 km from our destination, the small hilltown of Kasauli. As the jeep gingerly creeps up the terrifyingly steep and narrow road, I'm informed that I'll soon be getting a rare opportunity as a tourist: today happens to mark the annual celebration of Holi, the Festival of Colors, and I get to see all the outrageous festivities "from the safety of the truck."

It's quickly explained to me that Holi was originally the celebration of a successful harvest, and marked by worship and devotional singing. In modern times however, Holi tends not to have any heavy religious overtones for most people. It's more just an excuse to blow off some steam. Aside from lots of dancing, the most noteworthy custom involves throwing big handfuls of brightly colored powder on any person or animal within pelting distance. That, and drinking lots of bhang. Bhang is a beverage made from almond paste, milk, and spices. 'Spices', in this case, meaning copious amounts of ground-up marijuana buds. Yes, weed is very much illegal in India, but apparently during Holi, the rules are bent a little. Even old people and squares get down with the bhang during Holi, and there's no stigma attached.

No sooner is the briefing finished, and a tiny village appears around a curve in the road.

And the description turns out to be pretty accurate. Hundreds of psychedelically-colored monkeys fight for space with fornicating goats, while neon purple village folk, stoned out of their minds, dance, sing songs, and whip around on motorbikes in front of massive roadsigns warning, "Do Not Give the Monkeys Eatables. It Can Cause Mishap."

I'm fully convinced that at this precise moment in time, there is nothing else happening anywhere on the entire planet that could possibly be more surreal, absurd, and awesome than this scene. All that's missing is some John Coltrane improvisational freak-out jazz blasting through our cassette deck.

My point is that I'd officially landed in The Flipside. The polar opposite from my comfort zone in downtown Toronto, and a world away from anything I recognized as remotely familiar. And here's where I'll ham-fistedly reel this all in to the context of nutrition and training.

I don't travel a lot, but I train quite a few clients (executives mostly) who do, thanks to a rigorous schedule of business meetings in major centres like New York, Los Angeles, and London. The most common complaint I hear from these folks is that it's downright impossible to follow good nutrition principles when you're that far from home.

I'd always given them the stock bits of pep-talk ("Just ask the restaurant to make you some grilled lean protein and green vegetables"), but in truth, I couldn't honestly empathize with the challenges of maintaining a healthy eating plan while being on the road for several weeks at a time. I'd never really been out of my little bubble for that long.

Before I left for India though, I decided that while traveling, I was going to make a genuine effort to eat as nutritiously I could, given the circumstances- even if it required packing some non-perishable food for the trip. Sure, I'd eagerly sample a bit of every dish offered to me when I was a guest in someone's home or restaurant, and be very grateful for the renowned Indian hospitality (I was there to do research for a cookbook, after all). But unfortunately, the typical South Asian diet- at least without a serious makeover (as in, cutting back on the massive amounts of processed grain, sugar, and clarified butter) is not exactly the best choice for those of us who are mindful of eating for optimal health and a lean physique. What's more, I wanted to prove to my executive clients that if I could actually make good nutrition work in a rural area of the developing world, then it's sure as hell possible to do it while on a business trip to New York City.

So before leaving Toronto, I picked up a few things I could use to fill in the blanks. For all those times when lean protein, fiber, and healthy fats wouldn't be so easy to come by, or when the only option was some roadside mutton stew that would rip apart a pampered white boy's GI tract.

Aside from the protein bars and whey protein, everything shown below was purchased during a quick and inexpensive trip to Coscto a couple of days before catching the flight to Bombay. Everything (except for the bucket of protein powder) easily fit into a modest-sized knapsack, and was effortlessly transported with the rest of the luggage on numerous internal flights and train rides throughout India. It was eye-opening to see what a minimal commitment this was in terms of luggage weight and size. For two people, our shoes alone actually took up more space than all this food.

So let's open the knapsack...

Eight 9 oz bags of beef jerky
Lean meat is a somewhat scarce commodity in India. This actually has more to do with a lack of demand than a lack of supply or affordability. For religious reasons, a great deal of the population is vegetarian, and many Indians who do eat meat still refrain from eating beef or pork. Mutton and chicken are both readily available, but finding stuff that isn't bony and full of fat can be quite difficult. Pulses (such as lentils and chick peas) are ubiquitous in the Indian diet, but in order to meet my daily protein quota, I'd have to eat a lot of lentils, and I personally don't respond well to that much starch. Beef jerky fits the bill beautifully as the traveler's answer to non-perishable lean protein. Four ounces contains just 280 calories, 44 grams of protein, 24 grams of carbs, and only 4 grams of fat. There's a misconception that beef jerky is just low rent meat, laden with a list of nasty chemicals. While it's true that even the highest quality jerky usually contains preservatives such as sodium erythorbate and sodium nitrite to prevent botulism and discoloration, the cuts of meat chosen for jerky need to be very lean- fat just doesn't dehydrate the way the meat does, and if there's more than just a trace of fat hanging around, it'll quickly turn the product rancid. So you can rest assured that even the cheapest jerky will be at least 97% lean. I bought the factory farm stuff for my India trip, but if you check out farmer's markets, you can probably get your hands on some boutiquey grass fed beef jerky.

One 5 lb tub of low carb whey protein powder
Five pounds of protein powder for a month is overkill of course, but I wanted to transport the stuff in its original container (putting a big Ziploc bag full of white powder in your luggage is just asking for a long night on the phone with your lawyer). I've always viewed protein shakes (other than the post-workout kind) as "Murphy's Law meals." Whole foods are always preferable of course, but real life tends to throw us curveballs. Sometimes there simply isn't even five minutes available to scarf down some real food when your next meal's scheduled, so you need a backup plan. Having a pre-made protein shake on hand guarantees that no matter how dicey the situation, you'll never go hungry. If you're traveling with some protein powder, be sure to bring a plastic funnel along too, so you can dump the powder into any water bottle without spilling it all over the place.

Forty-eight (four 12-count boxes) of protein bars and two 16-count boxes of mixed nut and seed bars
I'm proud to admit that aside from my trip to India, I haven't eaten a protein bar in at least five years. Even the higher-end commercial varieties tend to be full of lots of nasty preservatives, binders, and sugar alcohols, so if I need a chocolate fix, I'll usually just buy a quality chocolate bar with a high cocoa content. However, there were times on this trip when we'd be hiking for hours on end and needed a portable meal replacement containing simple carbs, protein, and a bit of fat. Fruit's usually a good choice when you need a carb boost, but it isn't always safe to eat the produce in India. The bars provided a reasonable compromise, and I have to admit, some of the flavours tasted pretty damn good. I'm still not condoning them if you have access to safe whole food though. Like your mother always said when you whined about wanting a junky snack, "You know where we keep the apples, and there's plenty of water in the tap."

One 300-count bottle of fish oil capsules
The numerous health benefits of Omega-3 fatty acids (cholesterol regulation anti-inflammation being the big ones) are something that nearly all health practitioners can agree upon. Fish oil is the one supplement I swear by- in hefty doses- so packing a jumbo bottle of capsules was a given. An interesting (though admittedly unscientific) observation: The people of Kerala, India's southernmost state, have unusually flawless skin and are noticeably leaner than the people in the northern parts of the country. Keralites also happen to eat a lot of fish and include coconut and full-fat coconut milk in most of their popular dishes (coconut's a great source of healthy saturated fat and a natural anti-bacterial agent).

One 3 lb bag of raw unsalted walnuts
Healthy fats such as olive oil, avocados, and flaxseed are tricky to find in India if you don't know where to look. Including half a handful of walnuts with a couple of meals per day (along with the fish oil) ensured a generous intake of Omega-3 fatty acids. Walnuts also contain ellagic acid, a powerful antioxidant compound.

One 100-count bottle of Metamucil capsules
This fiber supplement was merely an insurance policy for those times when vegetables and fruit were either unavailable or unsafe to eat. In the developing world, that situation's pretty common.

One 100-count bottle of caffeine tablets
Coffee is almost impossible to find in India unless you're in a major city, so a couple of the little pink tabs every morning prevented me from re-enacting the withdrawal scene from Trainspotting. It's my solitary vice- cut me some slack.

Is living on beef jerky, protein shakes, and Metamucil a perfect diet? Of course not, and I'm certainly not suggesting it is. But situations like this are about compromise, and making the best choices possible in a less-than-perfect scenario. If I would've chosen to completely go off the rails for a month, would it totally negate a decade of hard training and smart nutrition? Hardly. It's just that I simply don't like the way my body reacts to eating poorly. I feel lethargic, my digestion gets out of whack, and my skin goes to hell. Who wants to feel that way when you aren't even able to come home to the comfort of your own bed for a month?

Taking a bit of non-perishable food with you on a trip is barely a minor inconvenience, and despite what some would say, hardly qualifies as obsessive. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that the people who accuse you of being obsessive about fitness and nutrition, just because you smuggle some Tupperware into a movie theatre or bring a protein shake into a board meeting, are often the same people who claim to be willing to try absolutely anything to improve the way they look and feel.

So after successfully completing this little experiment- and being blessed with experiencing the most magical country on the planet- I'll leave you with the advice I'll soon be telling my executive clients, in a language they can hopefully understand: In the real world, if something's really worth having, it probably takes a lot of strategic planning, effort, and sacrifice- nobody's just going to hand it to you. I've never run a large corporation, but I'm guessing it takes a bit more resourcefulness than searching out a grocery store in your Manhattan hotel's neighborhood. Packing a lunch for the airplane takes a few minutes of homework, but I reckon that getting your MBA took a bit of that too. It really just comes down to a matter of priorities, and how you choose to budget your time.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, I didn't get to try the bhang.

All I Want for Christmas is my Grass-Fed Beef

2007-11-27T22:30:00.000-05:00

'Tis the time of year when every newspaper, magazine and website even remotely concerned with fitness seems to find the need to publish "Great Gift Ideas for the Athlete who Already has Everything". Sick of those lists yet? Too bad.

Excluding the obligatory Santa Claus pinata full of protein powder, I give you ten more great ways to part with your filthy lucre over the next few weeks. Presenting (in no particular order) the official Full Blast-Endorsed 2007 Holiday Season Gift Picks:

1. Organic Meat from a Local Farm
Nothing says "I love you" like a stocking full of free-range, hormone-free meat, delivered right to your door from a local organic farm. If you want to improve your body composition, protein is your best friend. Quality protein that is. It's lamentable that farmed meat from just a few generations ago- take beef, for example- had an infinitely better nutritional profile (specifically, a more desirable omega-3 to omega-6 fatty acid ratio and a lower quantity of saturated fat) than the assembly line stuff we buy in today's big-box supermarkets. That's because Grandpa's cattle were free to graze in an actual pasture with actual grass, as opposed to eating corn pellets in a tiny cage. In the Toronto area, Beretta Organic Farms offers home delivery on a myriad of great products, and they've even got a bunch of cool holiday gift specials. Of course, farmer's markets are always a great source for organic meat too.

2. The Magic Bullet
If the Coen Brothers were to direct a a late-night infomercial, it would probably look a lot like the one for the Magic Bullet, a compact single-speed blender that's known more for it’s surreal “paid programming” than its actual functionality. There's simply nothing else on the market that makes protein shakes as quickly and cleanly, while taking up such little space. I’ve got two of Bullets- one sits on the kitchen countertop at home, while the other resides in the kitchenette at the Full Blast studio- and I’ve got nothing but great things to say about the product. Most department stores carry it, or you can just do a Web search and order it online. It should only set you back about fifty bucks.

3. Some Kickass Workout Music
Do you like the rock & roll while you deadlift? Then look no further than any of the fine CD offerings by the mighty Danko Jones, Canada's finest export since Red River Cereal. If having We Sweat Blood blast through your iPod doesn't add fifty pounds to your squat, then not even Barry Bonds' pharmacist can save you.

4. Converse Chuck Taylors or Nike Dunks
I'm from the school of thought that believes the retail value of your gym outfit should never exceed $100. So save the swanky yoga duds for spouse-hunting at Starbucks. Converse Chucks are the de rigeur footwear for serious lifters, due to the fact that they've got zero arch support and keep your feet flat on the floor- making them perfect for movements like the squat. I'm not really a Nike guy, but I do love the Dunk Hightops for squatting. Like Chucks, they come in millions of cool colors, from basic black to hot pink leopard print.

4. A Weighted Vest
With every passing year, I get more and more disenchanted with the whole 1980's "four sets of ten" bodybuilding approach to strength training. To that end, I've been incorporating plenty of unfashionable movements like push-ups and hill sprints into my workouts, and the results have been phenomenal. To increase intensity on these exercises- or any number of movements in or out of the gym- one of the best investments you can make is a weighted vest. If you want to drop the big dough on the pimped-out version, go for the Xvest, the Bentley of weighted vests- they're the ones all the pro sports franchises use. Personally, I think that a hunderd pounds is a hundred pounds no matter how pretty it looks, so I just use a $150 knock-off version, and I like it just fine. Check out eBay or any serious fitness store for a weighted vest. They're not difficult to track down.

5. A Gift Certificate for Some Athletic Therapy
As in, deep tissue massage or Active Release therapy. If you've been weight training seriously for a few years, chances are you've got a few nagging injuries that are limiting your progress, or worse yet, causing you acute pain every time you turn a doorknob or spank your poorly-behaved children. My boy Rodney Squires digs his elbow into my beat-up rotator cuff on a regular basis, and Dr. Todd Starr is truly a star for keeping my elbow tendonitis under control. If you're in the Toronto area, these are the cats you want on your side. If you're not fortunate enough to have access to Rodney or Todd, check online or in the Yellow Pages for a sports medicine clinic near you. They should be able to steer you in the right direction.

6. A Copy of Science Link's Precision Nutrition
If you claim to be well-read in the field of sports nutrition, but you've never heard of Dr. John Berardi, then chances are you're reading this on a tiny little computer screen lodged inside your colon. JB and his team over at Science Link came up with a superb package a few years ago called Precision Nutrition, and if you don't already have it, you need it. There's even an updated 2007 version out now, Precision Nutrition V2.0. The man himself can explain it best... right here.

7. A Gift Card from Bulk Barn or Costco
Maybe it makes me less of a man, but I don't get a boner from shopping for video games, consumer electronics or sports memorabilia. Put me in a Bulk Barn though, and I can happily piss away an entire afternoon. They carry all the spices, nuts, healthy grains and gluten-free stuff that you'll find at the chain supermarkets, but without the line-ups, empty shelves and entitled sixteen-year-old cashiers. As for Costco, I've always preached that for the serious fitness enthusiast or athlete, a Costco membership is even more important than a gym membership. Even if you don't need a forty-pound jar of mustard, it's hands-down the best source for inexpensive, top-quality pre-cut and washed produce. That alone will save you hours of time every week when you're cooking in bulk (you do cook in bulk, right?).

8. The Manta Ray
I've been singing the praises of this brilliant invention for years now. To make a long story short, it's basically a small piece of molded plastic that snaps onto the centre point of any barbell, greatly reducing stress on the cervical vertebrae during squats. It's the best $40 you'll ever spend. Check it out here.

9. An Army Surplus Duffle Bag and 50 lbs of Pea Gravel
It's a fine line between getting a lump of coal in your stocking and a big bag of gravel. But for the strength athlete on your gift list, why not get 'em all the fixin's to build a homemade sandbag? Or better yet, build 'em one yourself! Overhead presses... cleans... circuits... stair-climbing... anything you can do with a barbell (and more) can be done with a heavy sandbag. There's a great article here that gives you step-by-step instruction on how to build one. Everything you need will set you back about twenty bucks, and who doesn't love a homemade gift? Look for pea gravel or playground sand at Home Depot.

10. A Donation to Special Olympics
This one's pretty self-explanatory. As you probably know, Special Olympics is a not-for-profit organization that provides sports training and competition opportunities to athletes with intellectual disabilities. You can make a donation on their site, on behalf of someone on your gift list.

Spandex + Laffs + Cool Effects = Team Epic

2007-11-18T17:00:00.000-05:00

I can't help but get that proud-parent-at-a-Christmas-concert feeling while watching the premier episode of Team Epic, a new superhero/comedy series from the talented folks at Poetic License Productions. If you live in Toronto, you've probably seen posters for the show around town, or you may have even seen the trailer, which is playing in movie theatres across the country.

I've been spending the past few months beefing up the young actor who plays Captain Epic, so he can look menacing in Spandex and save the world from evil-doers. But five hundred sets of squats later, and I find out the sofa he throws across the room was made out of Styrofoam. Burn, Hollywood, burn!

Big congratulations to Poetic License CEO Montgomery Bjornson, and the entire Team Epic cast and crew for finally realizing their ambitious vision. Check out the first episode of the show here.