Some people fast, some people go on a cruise or visit a day spa. I get out in the woods with a rifle or a bow. That's my release.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't recall ever desiring to go as fast as possible.
I'm a really fast runner. No one can catch me - I'm quick.
I've been able to carve out spaces for myself. At Sundance, I'm in the mountains - my property is private. I get on a horse and ride for three, four hours. Sometimes five. I get lost. But when I'm in, I'm in.
Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going to fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.
I pack on mass quickly when I lift.
I used to take my car and go down to the South Island for five or six days and climb glaciers and jump out of planes and jump off bridges and go white water rafting - a bit of thrill-seeking.
I was a hunter and fisherman, and many a time I have slipped out into the woods and prairies at 4 a.m. and brought home plenty of game, or have gone in a canoe to the cove and brought back a good supply of fresh fish.
If I get a week off, I'll go to a hotel that has a golf course. I like to come downstairs and go right onto the course. I'll do that five days in a row.
I let my feet spend as little time on the ground as possible. From the air, fast down, and from the ground, fast up.
I get fit taking my bike out in the woods.