DON'T STOP BELIEVIN'...

When I was 42 I got into the best shape of my life... outwardly. The problem was how I got there. At the time ephedra was legal and sold in every gym and supplement shop. Ripped Fuel, Yellow Devils, Green Stinger... the names alone should have given me a clue the stuff was unhealthy. (Side note: Quick fixes are very seldom fixes at all; and yes, that nugget was free). I got lean, leaner than I had been when playing football half a life time before. I remember one particular day in the gym, however. I was working legs hard. I finished a set of squats and when I stepped away from the bar I realized I could hear my heart. (That can't be good). I'm pretty sure I could see it beating through my shirt; and it wasn't thump, thump. It was more like a Dave Grohl drum solo. My head was light and the butterflies in my stomach felt like drunken hummingbirds. I had reached my goal. But I cheated to get there. And I felt like my heart, and or brain, was going to explode.

I'd like to say I learned a life-lesson. Instead, It actually has taken many more years to crystallize. In a nutshell:

Winning in life is not about a destination, it is about a JOURNEY. 

(Now do you get the title of this post? Just try to get that song out of your head...).

I've been reading quite a bit about motivation. Recently I read the transcript of a Ted Talk that Daniel Pink delivered. Pink said: "Winning is not about how a journey ends... (it is) the very act of dreaming and then pursuing it with passion and dignity. We win when we pursue the goal with optimism, preparation, discipline and respect. Real winning is when we push ourselves beyond what we know we can do toward what we truly want to achieve."

So here's my take away; winning is not about the destination, it is about the journey. (I realize I just wrote that above, but as an ex-preacher my training says that I'm supposed say it three times and add a poem to get the point across). Winning is not about crossing the finish line first; it is about how we run the race. As a dreamer, I must also take note that winning is not in dreaming (only). Winning is the result of DREAMING & PURSUING!

So the natural questions become: What am I dreaming? And, how am I pursuing? 

I'm going to pick up the idea of the pursuit in the next post. 

Speaking of motivation, these were a couple of my Facebook posts from a couple weeks ago.

In the immortal words of Steve Perry (If you don't know who he is... really? C'mon!): Don't stop believin'... hold on to your feeeeellliiiinnnggggsss...

In the (even better) words of the Apostle Paul:

... run to win!

For now...

D

Surfboards are for surfing

I've never surfed. I've body-surfed and boogie-boarded. But never the real thing. I think I'd like it...

I had the opportunity to spend last weekend in LA with my oldest daughter. On Sunday, I rolled out early to hit the gym. It was leg day, so I thought where better than to go to the original Gold's Gym in Venice, CA. This fabled gym is where body building began. Through its doors have walked, and on it's floors have sweat, the likes of Arnold, Lou, Franco, Dorian and Tom.  (If you don't know them by first names... then you've probably never picked up a Muscle and Fitness magazine. Try this, the first two are "The Terminator," and "The Hulk" and the last, "Quadzilla").

Trying to decide which of the poses behind me would work
best... finally decided on, "duh!"

After working my legs into noodles in Gold's, I walked down to Venice Beach. I've always had a rule that when near an ocean, I have to, at some point, get my feet wet. I worked my way past the sheer craziness along Venice Beach sidewalk, finally reaching the hot sand. (If you've been to Venice on a weekend you'll know that when I say "craziness," I've not come close to describing the scene). I popped off my shoes and socks and made a beeline for the water.  A regatta of big sailboats was maneuvering off shore. Para-sailors were para-sailing, children were playing in the surf, and sun-bathers were... well, doing nothing at all (I've never quite caught on).

Yep - that's a beach selfie. I have no excuse. 

Eventually, what caught my attention were the surfers. Dozens of them, clad in wet-suits, sat out on their boards bobbing up and down. The waves were fairly large, crashing hard into the beach. Beach-goers with ankle-deep commitment were constantly forced to high-tail it toward the dry sand. And there about 50 to 100 yards out sat the surfers. Do you read anything wrong in that sentence? There they sat. Wetsuit? Check. Surfboard? Check. Perfect California day? Check. Decent breakers rolling in (at least from this Okie's viewpoint)? Check. Surfing? Nope... just sitting... bobbing. I assume they were looking for the perfect wave.

I wanted to see some surfing; I mean the real Bonsai Pipeline barrel riding. (OK - I know I was in the wrong spot for that, but still...). What I saw was bobbing. Bobbing with an occasional uncommitted no-energy paddle toward a wave. Then I saw - you guessed it - an incredible metaphor for life. And very frankly, I saw a metaphor for large parts of my life. All the bobbers out on the ocean Sunday were completely outfitted to surf. Yet they bobbed. It's easier to bob. It takes no effort or commitment to bob. And you can't fail when you bob. But - and here's a big but - there is no thrill in bobbing. There's no rush in bobbing. There is no accomplishment or victory in bobbing. Sure, if you expend the energy to paddle in you might miss the wave. You might have to turn around and paddle back to where you were before. You might paddle in, get up on your board only to have a bad wipeout, get rolled up by the waves, lose your shorts and get a mouthful of Venice Beach salt (and whatever else??) water. BUT - and here's an even bigger but - you might ride a wave. You might feel the rush and exhilaration of truly surfing!

On the plane home I began to assess a couple areas where I am bobbing. As I have written before, I am a work in progress - as are you. I wish I were further along so I could write my been-there-done-that story of inspiration. But in many areas of my life at Fit50! I'm just beginning to surf! My challenge to US - stop bobbing and paddle in! Pick an area of life... fitness/health, job, relationship, spiritual, family, education, whatever. STOP BOBBING AND PADDLE IN... 

SURF'S UP (dude)!!!

For now...
D

It's not over until it's over...

Just a reminder that when you are down by four going in to the bottom of the 8th... THE GAME IS NOT OVER!

Category: IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL IT'S OVER

Alex Trabek: "He was a sixth-grade dropout... army mule tender... locomotive fireman... insurance salesman... gas station manager. He began feeding hungry travelers at his own dining table in the living area of the station.  At retirement age he launched an empire and became the most famous chicken man in the world." 

Contestant: Who is Colonel Harland Sanders?

Category: IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL IT'S OVER

Alex Trabek: "Described himself as, '... too familiar with disappointments to be very much chagrined... a friendless, uneducated, penniless boy... a defeated candidate without means and out of business.' Popular lore lists him as a failure at 50. However, he went on in the final six years of his life to become known by most as the greatest of American presidents." 

Contestant: Who is Abraham Lincoln?

Category: IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL IT'S OVER

Alex Trabek: "An exile and failure at the age of 40; this person was raised with incredible privilege and wealth. His education and opportunities were second to none. At mid-life he disappears into complete obscurity for four decades; only to reemerge on the scene at the ripe old age of 80. He is widely regarded in major religions of the world as one of the greatest leaders to ever live. (And he looks a lot a like a white-haired Charlton Heston). 

Contestant: Who is Moses?

Category: IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL IT'S OVER

Alex Trabek: "He was estranged from his political party over ideological disagreements for a decade. He went on to be elected Prime Minister at the age of 62 and is widely considered to be one of the greatest statesmen and influencers of the 20th century. 

Contestant: Who is Winston Churchill?

Oprah Winfrey... fired from her first television job.

Walt Disney... fired by a newspaper editor because he "...lacked imagination and had no good ideas."

Steven Spielberg... rejected repeatedly by the USC School of Cinematic Arts.

J.K. Rowling... single mom living on welfare when she began writing her first Harry Potter.

Getting the point?

Remember Jim Valvano's words from his moving 1993 ESPY speech, made just eight weeks before his death:

DON'T GIVE UP... DON'T EVER GIVE UP!

For now...

D

Blanks...

(Say this out loud with a Scottish brogue)
I believe God made me for a purpose. 
But he also made me fast. 
And when I run I feel his pleasure. (Eric Liddel, Chariots of Fire)

That line has haunted me since the last post. The challenge is to fill in two very significant blanks. Wait, that's weak, how about life-altering... destiny-directing blanks? And here's the epiphany: it is probably easier to live with significant blanks; never daring to fill them in. It is possible in our busyness, stress and chaos to never notice the empty, open spaces silently screaming to be filled. Easy but sad.

In the song Beautiful Boy, John Lennon wrote "...life is just what happens to you while you're busy making other plans..." That sounds very philosophical. But it's not very purposeful; and I don't want to live that way!

To be clear, I'm not talking about self-actualization for the sake of feeling better about myself, or you, yourself. I'm not making a case for just being more fulfilled (only). I believe it is in those aforementioned blanks that PURPOSE happens. It is in those blanks that IMPACT happens. It is in those blanks that JOY happens. It is in those blanks that LIFE happens. Sure, we can sometimes stumble into these; but remember... TMTITKTMTTMT! (see 9/17/14)

Fit50! is about empowerment. I have been empowered by first taking control of my physical well-being. I have been empowered by reigniting some creative fires that had been reduced to barely glowing embers. I am a work in progress. Truly, we all are. It's funny, as I write this I'm watching Kansas City route the Patriots on Monday Night Football. John Gruden just said, "Success, it's the best motivator I know." Sound familiar? Motivation... Movement... Momentum... It builds and builds!

Q: What if I fill in the blanks with the wrong thing(s)?
A: Don't worry about it! I'll defer to Teddy Roosevelt, who said:

In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, 

the next best thing is the wrong thing, 

and the worst thing you can do is nothing.

Q: What if I give it my best and fail; i.e. look stupid?
A: Help me here Teddy:

Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, 

even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits 

who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray 

twilight that knows not victory nor defeat. 

Here are a few questions to consider as we fill in our blanks.
     - When do I feel most alive?
     - What is it that brings me the greatest pleasure (keep it clean!)?
     - What am I good at? (Other than ending sentences with prepositions).
     - How do I bring the most value to others?
     - How would my three closest friends answer those questions for me?

I believe we all have soul mates. That is probably a subject for a different blog and a different author (for now). I also think we need goal mates. We are strongest in community. We are pushed, challenged, encouraged and stretched via relationships. I have begun to work through these questions with my goal mates. I challenge you to do the same.

I believe God made me for a purpose. 
     But he also made me _______. 
          And when I _______ I feel his pleasure.

For now...
D

Bloukrans...

I know I've overused the picture in my short time on social media. But it expresses more from my gut than I can put into words. Heights, you see, have never really bothered me. But edges, and the thought of jumping... falling, makes me clinch parts of my body I shouldn't discuss. I vividly remember once in my teens being frozen on top of a railroad bridge truss at night. The tracks were thirty feet below to my right and the shallow muddy South Canadian River was seventy feet below to my left. My friends were walking on top of the arches that I clung to with a death grip. One even walked in between the trusses on a four inch wide beam. Why I joined them, I have no idea. Again, this was at night! And no, no alcohol or illegal substances were involved. Just sheer stupidity, testosterone and terror! 

I had heard about Bloukrans Bridge when my daughter and I committed to going to South Africa on mission several years back. Because of Bloukrans Bridge I almost didn't make the trip. I knew that to go meant to face my fear. Somehow or another, we would end up at Bloukrans Bridge, home of the Guinness Book of World Records highest commercial bungee jump at 708 feet. I almost didn't go, I thank God I did.

That's a person in the red circle!

On the plane from Washington Dulles to Johannesburg, RSA one of our group was sporting a shirt from his previous Bloukrans experience. On the back in bold letters it read, FEAR IS TEMPORARY, REGRET IS FOREVER. That's sobering and challenging. The front of the shirt reads, FACE YOUR FEARS. (I now have one!)

As I scooted out to the edge of the platform overlooking the gorge dividing the Eastern and Western Capes of South Africa the mantra banged around in my spinning head... fear is temporary, regret is forever. I was there because I knew when I left Kansas City it meant facing my fear at Bloukrans. "Three... Two... One... Bungee!" yelled the dudes that strapped me up (and they were truly dudes). The swan dive you see in the picture was on purpose. I knew there were cameras. But I didn't know how much that picture would mean to me later; or what it does inside every time I see it. 

LEAP! ...fear is temporary, regret is forever...

I crossed the Fit50! starting line yesterday. (And no, I wasn't... "indisposed" (see last post) when the starter's pistol was fired). I was out of town on business. After dinner - during which I was forced to wear a chicken hat and do a chicken dance as punishment for being born on that day - I hit the hotel elliptical and treadmill. (Fit50! after all). Afterward, as I sat in my hotel room contemplating fifty, I flipped on the TV. The Secret Life of Walter Mitty was on. There is a scene where Walter long boards down a winding Icelandic road toward a volcano. It is a beautiful picture of the freedom that comes from taking a LEAP. 

So I don't want to do it often, but tonight I'm reflecting just a little on the starting line. Fifty is a little surreal. I don't feel it... I'm told I don't look it - but really, what are people supposed to say? The fitness goals I'd hoped to attain by the Fit50! starting line... I'm there! (I'm actually going to have to go buy pants that fit this weekend). 

What do I hope to accomplish in this Fit50! year? Some of my goals are a little too personal for public consumption and some are still being formulated. In Chariots of Fire Eric Liddel says... "I believe God made me for a purpose. But he also made me fast. And when I run I feel his pleasure."

So, here are the two blanks I'm working to fill in, and I'm laying down the same challenge to you... I believe God made me for a purpose. But he also made me ___________. And when I ________, I feel his pleasure!!!

For now...

D

A couple thoughts the night before 50...

I've run one marathon... my first, and probably my only. To ensure the degree of difficulty, it was a trail marathon; complete with hills and valleys, and lots of rocks and roots to stumble on. (As a matter of fact, I full-on face planted twice). But the thing I remember most? The start.

I was extremely nervous and stressed leading up to the beginning of the run. I hadn't trained as I should and had never run an endurance race prior. OK, this is humbling, but the truth is when the starting gun went off... I was in the porta-john. Yep, nerves got the best of me. There I was when I heard the starting gun fire! When I emerged everyone was gone. I mean ghost town! The back of the pack had already rounded a corner and was out of site.

So there I was, nervous, not properly trained, unsure of myself, and now completely alone and a quarter mile behind the last person in the pack. Now, I was not running the marathon to win. I didn't have a goal time in mind. Truth be told, I walked as much as I ran, and my only goal was to finish standing up. And finish I did. I passed many people on my way and nearly sprinted the final three miles; finally stopping to walk the last 20 yards because our CEO (an avid ultra marathoner) said no one walks across the finish. Yes I'm a smart-ass.

And yet, it's not the finish line that sticks out in my memory. It was the beginning - being in the john at the starting gun. That is no way to start.

In a couple hours I'm 50. You can say, "It's just a number." OK, but it's a significant number. Who knows where the finish line is - for any of us. Sure, I thought some things would be different and others more settled by this point. But I'm looking at 50 as a NEW STARTING LINE. And this time I've trained! This time I'm ready. And I'm not in the metaphorical porta-john!!!

So hold the pistol high. Pull the trigger. My shoes are tied, I have my too-short little running shorts on. I'm ready to run. And this time I'm running to win!

For now...
D

p = m • v (mutnemoMomentum)

mo·men·tum

 noun \mō-ˈmen-təm, mə-\

: the strength or force that something has when it is moving

: the strength or force that allows something to continue or     to grow stronger or faster as time passes

:  strength or force gained by motion or by a series of events

Momentum... 

That is a great word. It seems to me a powerful word. There are components of momentum that lie beneath the surface and are fundamentally necessary. Without movement, there is no momentum. And without motivation, there is no movement. So, motivation produces movement and movement produces momentum. I hate letting the twists out of the bag too early, but here's one... Momentum can go either way! We can be motivated to movement in a negative or positive direction., and thus pick up momentum that destroys or builds... mutnemoMomentum! (Get it?). Oh, by the way... IT'S YOUR CHOICE!

I wrote a little about locker room speeches a while back. I didn't mean to diminish the importance of a moving get-fired-up speech, just to put them in context. I've heard both good and bad ones. Who can forget Bluto's (John Belushi) rousing pep-talk to his Delta brothers? "What? Over? Did you say, 'over'? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!..." (As a leader and Senior Pastor, I delivered many fiery "Bluto" speeches, only to lead the charge out the door with no one coming behind! If you are not tracking with me right now, you REALLY need to get to Redbox immediately and rent Animal House!!!)

As locker room speeches go, Kurt Russell's rendition of Herb Brooks' speech to Team USA in the movie Miracle takes the cake. 1980 Winter Olympics, Lake Placid, NY; Team USA is about to take the ice in a monumental David and Goliath battle with the juggernaut Soviet team, The Soviets hadn't been beaten in a decade and only once in 20 years. (Please read that last line again!). Team USA is made up of a bunch of college kids with very little to no international experience, and the weight of a hurting and hopeful nation sits heavily on their backs. Oh yeah... Team USA is phenomenally talented and beginning to believe it! Team USA is gaining momentum.

Coach Brooks walks into the dead silent locker room. The air is syrupy-thick with nerves, tension and excitement. He begins: "Great moments... are born from great opportunity. And that's what you have here tonight boys. That's what you've earned here tonight... Tonight, WE are the greatest hockey team in the world! You were born to be hockey players; every on of you. And you were meant to be here tonight. This is your time... this is your time... NOW GO OUT THERE AND TAKE IT! (If I could skate and if it weren't 90 degrees in OKC right now, I'd be body-checking some little figure skater into the boards before this posts!)

In the cycle of Motivation... Movement... Momentum... each component is crucial and needs to be continually addressed, evaluated and empowered. Am I Focused on the right things? Am I headed in the direction of my MAIN THING(s)? Am I picking up steam, or am I, for some reason, slowing? Evaluate, adjust, move.

(Coming up in future posts: Intrinsic and Extrinsic Motivation - and some powerful stuff from Daniel Pink and Tony Robbins)

I am not a good boat driver. It freaks me out when I have factors like current, waves, wind and other boats; especially when trying to idle up to a dock or slip. At speed, I'm fine. We've all heard it said that you cannot steer a ship that is not moving. I read a couple theories on what could have been done to keep the Titanic from sinking; and thus avoid the catastrophic loss of life. First Officer William Murdoch apparently did two things that worked against one another. He reversed the engines and tried to steer away from the iceberg. I read that if he had reversed the engines and hit the iceberg head on, the collision would have been more violent, but the ship would have survived the impact. I like the second theory even better because it self-servingly fits my theme. If Murdoch had kept the forward momentum - the titanic was at near max speed at the time - and turned hard away, then back and around (hard to port then starboard) the iceberg may have been avoided all together. (Two notes: (1) To the nautically challenged: Port = left; Starboard = right; I had to look it up! and; (2) The famous "Hard-a-starboard" order from Titanic's helm was based on the fact that at the time steering orders referred to the direction of the stern and not the bow. Again, Google is my friend).

OK... enough with the history lesson, what about Jack and Rose? Whoops, different subject all together. Here's the point... MOMENTUM ACCENTUATES THE OPPORTUNITIES FOR ADJUSTMENT!  

At times I can sit motionless... stagnant, worrying about potential future course adjustments; all the while allowing the winds of circumstance to blow me ever closer to the jagged rocks!

So here's my challenge (to me - you can join if you'd like): MOVE! Incredible things can happen!!!

For now,
D