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RAISING THE BAR DAVE TATE

This book may not be reproduced or recorded in any form without permission from the author. Copyright © 2008 by Dave Tate. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission from the publisher, except for the inclusion of quotations in a review. Published by: Elite Fitness Systems 138 Maple Street London, OH 43140 Printed in the United States of America Layout by E. Pirrung. Cover Art by Ken Hicks

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A special thank you goes to the following people who have made this book possible: my family; my wife, Traci; my sons, Blaine and Bryce; Bob Youngs; Mike Szudarek; Lawrence Smith; Bob Ihlenfeldt; Jim Wendler; Erica Pirrung; and all the staff, sponsors, and team of EliteFTS. Thank you.

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Foreword I first met Dave Tate in 2005 at the APF Senior Nationals, a powerlifting meet in which I was competing. I remember this meet vividly because it’s where I achieved my first 800-lb squat. At the time, Dave was helping various lifters from Team Elite Fitness Systems, and it was readily apparent to me that his business was growing. I was impressed. His athletes were all wearing sponsored company gear. EliteFTS.com, the company’s website, had become more refined and by all accounts was generating incredible amounts of traffic. The entire organization displayed a level of professionalism and sophistication not generally found in operations I’ve observed in the fitness industry. As a marketing professional, it occurred to me that I might be able to help Dave’s company achieve even more effective levels of communication. When I returned to my office after the meet, I sent him an email. Dave responded by telling me his business was growing so fast that he was now in the process of evaluating his resources and future plans, and he advised me to get back to him in about six months. In the interim, I became a regular visitor to the site. I read his book and his articles, and I spent some time familiarizing myself with his operation. When we next connected about a year later, Dave invited me to his London, Ohio, headquarters to talk business. Our professional relationship grew out of this meeting. With the common bond of strength training and powerlifting, Dave and I intuitively understood one another. I knew what Dave was trying to accomplish with the company, and I could see that everyone in his opvii

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eration was just as committed to its success as he was. Elite Fitness Systems is a company that’s truly run according to the values Dave laid down for it at its inception. That’s a rare thing in the business world. Walk through any bookstore and you’ll find thousands of self-help books written by accomplished authors trying to navigate readers through life’s whitewaters. They share their own experiences so readers can potentially learn a few tips to help them achieve their own goals. Dave’s groundbreaking first book, Under the Bar, breaks the mold of the garden variety self-help manual. Instead of simply listing rules to follow, he shows readers that they already have the tools they need for success. They just need to know where to find them. Most outstanding athletes know how to set goals, train hard, and mentally focus to achieve higher levels of performance. What most people don’t know is how to extend these principles to other areas of their lives in order to be successful there as well. In Under the Bar, Dave examines all of the major attributes needed for success in the weight room—attitude, integrity, teamwork, and perseverance—and demonstrates how these points of personal achievement can be transferred to all areas of life. He also shares the many excuses people use to avoid making the difficult decisions that are often required for success. As influential as Under the Bar has been in strength training and personal growth circles, Raising the Bar promises to accomplish even more. It’s a natural extension of the principles detailed in the first book. This book is filled with real-world personal examples—from viii

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Dave and many others—of the application of these values to our everyday lives. If Under the Bar represents basic theory, Raising the Bar will show you how it’s applied. Even if you fall flat on your face, there are things that can be learned. The book you’re reading right now is printed with blood, sweat, and tears. There is failure, rejection, and soul-crippling fear. In each case—whether discussing a personal relationship or a business decision—Dave Tate describes the issues involved, the available options, and the intensity of feeling and conflicting emotions that inevitably arose. By sticking to basic principles, he shows how it was possible to overcome adversity, resolve conflicts, and rise to new heights. Explaining Dave Tate is not easy. He is a dynamic and straight-talking man. He’s also a proven leader and a successful businessman. As with all of us, he is not without his faults. However, unlike others in his position, he’s not shy about acknowledging these, nor does he try to hide them. In fact, one of the highlights of this book is Dave’s description of the deep despair and helplessness that constantly gnawed at him as a result of one of his failed personal relationships. He felt so much dread that he “thought [he] was looking into the gates of hell.” From this, he learned that in stressful situations, a person’s mental attitude will dictate whether he or she will emerge wiser and stronger or weaker and defeated. Dave’s own mental toughness—which has proven repeatedly that he “walks the talk”—is testament to the fact that his lessons of life actually work. The many trainers and athletes he’s counseled over the years—in addition to an international community of people who’ve ix

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read his articles and applied them to their own lives—have used Dave’s advice to experience the rich, spiritual satisfaction that accompanies achievement. Setting and achieving goals, developing lasting friendships and harmonious family and business relationships, and cultivating an inner harmony that brings peace of mind are possible using Dave’s approach. In short, if you put Dave Tate’s philosophy into action, be prepared for a changed life. — Michael R. Szudarek

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Contents

Introduction: Blast and Dust............................................................... 1 Faith................................................................................................. 13 Intelligence....................................................................................... 23 Trials................................................................................................. 41 Benevolence..................................................................................... 49 Perspective....................................................................................... 61 Undaunted........................................................................................ 69 Conformity........................................................................................ 77 Weakness......................................................................................... 83 Rumors............................................................................................. 89 Perseverance................................................................................... 97 Balance.......................................................................................... 109 Experience..................................................................................... 121 Resourceful.................................................................................... 131 Pain................................................................................................ 137 Fear................................................................................................ 149 Passion........................................................................................... 157

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Introduction: Blast and Dust Were you fed through a bottle, or were you fed naturally? Did you eat from plastic plates? Stand too close to the microwave? Did you grow up in the ghetto? Are you a recovering drug addict? Is your life a living hell? Are there things about yourself that you don’t like? Do you procrastinate? Are you jealous? Do you suffer from selfishness, obsessive behavior, mood swings, or low self-esteem? Are you a loner? Do you keep to yourself? Or are you surrounded by so many people you aren’t sure which ones are your friends? Do you have a support network to call on during hard times? I’m not talking about someone on the other end of the phone when you have a flat tire. I’m talking about someone you’d call when times are so hard that you don’t know if you’d be better off dead or alive. Do you know who’ll be there for you? Will you be there for yourself to make the right decisions based on what’s really best for you? Or are your eyes swollen shut to what really makes you happy? I don’t know you, but I do know that we all have our demons. We all have our pasts that we don’t want to deal with, and we have things that we’d rather forget. If we didn’t have these things, we wouldn’t be alive. What I’m questioning here is whether you’re alive or just living. Do your demons control you or do you control them? Are you sure? Let me tell you about a little boy who had demons of his own. His demons were no worse or better than yours, but his eyes remained shut tight to the effect they were having on his life. He used justification and blame, tried to prove his worth, and looked for respect, accep

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tance, and significance. These are basic human needs. We’ll fill them in however we can to gain what we’re seeking, even if it means living a life with blinders on. This boy grew up with learning disabilities that were embarrassing. He was made fun of and excluded from most of the things that other kids get to experience growing up. Teasing was a daily occurrence, and he was filled with pain, guilt, and worthlessness. He didn’t develop physically because most of the time he spent on the playground was spent alone. He wasn’t invited to play neighborhood games with any of the other kids. Instead, he sat by a tree looking at cloud patterns. He tried to see what animals the clouds resembled, and he wondered if there was a heaven. He wondered what it would be like if there was. Would it be better than being alone most of the time? Or would he die and just spend more time alone? If he ever was invited to play, the games were miserable ones like ball tag. He was given the ball, tackled, and then beaten up. His childhood memories are filled with incidents like the times he was lassoed with a tetherball rope and then kicked and beaten. Things like this happened regularly. One day, the neighborhood kids invited him to play baseball. He’ll remember that game for the rest of his life. He’d never played baseball before but was elated when they asked him to play. They said they needed one more to make the teams even, and he was more than willing to be a part of the game. He was given a nice looking, leather catcher’s mitt. It was all beat up, smelled like oil, and felt great in his hand. He loved the smell of the leather and oil. The sun was out, and it was a great day. The kids all 

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got into position, and he was taught how to squat down and hold the mitt so the pitcher had a target to hit. They threw him a few practice pitches, and he caught them all. It felt really cool to have found something he seemed to be pretty good at. After a few more practice tosses, the kids were ready to start the game. Right before the first pitch, the batter said, “You didn’t really think we wanted you to play, did you?” He swung the bat and smacked the kid right in the mouth, knocking his tooth out. The kid wasn’t even sure that he’d felt it, but there was blood everywhere. All he knew was that he had to get the hell out of there fast and get home. When he made it home, he told his mother he’d taken the dog for a walk. He said that he’d started running and the dog had dragged him across the street. He said that he’d tripped and smashed his tooth on the curb. He spent the next few hours in the dentist’s chair having a partial tooth bonded to the half tooth that remained. Every few years, the bonding had to be redone. This served as a reminder. There was also a slight color difference between the bonded side and the original side. To this day, the tooth is symbolic of how the “stupid kid” of the neighborhood grew up—battered, beaten down, worthless, alone, and depressed with nothing to do but sit under a tree and wonder what was behind the overcast clouds. When the sun came out, his eyes were blinded to the beauty around him because his focus was on the future. His eyes were always looking up, but the sun burned them. When this happened, he lost hope, and the reality of depression pervaded his consciousness for yet 

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another day. In time, he developed what he called a blast and dust scale.

For the little boy, dust meant doing nothing (depression), and blast was the hope for a better future (dreams). There was no middle ground for him. He was either blasting away at how great the future could be or sitting in the dust depressed about how badly his current situation sucked. When he was eleven, his uncle gave him his first weight set. Almost immediately, he discovered that he didn’t need friends if he had his weights. He trained for four hours a day every day, and all he could think about was the next workout and how he’d be able to make himself bigger and stronger. The weights didn’t make fun of him. They didn’t exclude him, and they didn’t label him. He had control and could punish himself for all of his faults. He blasted with the weights and learned to disregard any negative remarks because they didn’t matter to his training. His athletic ability improved with time, and while he still didn’t know the wrestling moves or football plays, he was able to kick the crap out of everyone who used to make fun of him. His outward demeanor changed. Outwardly, he adopted more of an aggressive “bad ass” look. He built a coat of armor to keep people away from him so he wouldn’t be beaten up or ridiculed anymore. He didn’t need friends or 

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relationships. The weights gave him everything he needed. He only wanted to be left alone to build the strongest body possible. The stronger he became, the less crap he took. No longer was he the “stupid learning disabled kid.” Now, people said, “Don’t mess with that guy because he looks like he could rip your head off.” Given these two options, he found the latter much more gratifying. It laid the groundwork for the rest of his life. The “stupid kid” was gone. An imposing new persona emerged, wrapped in a suit of armor designed to keep people out and away. He found the significance and acceptance that he’d been seeking. The weights had saved him from a life of constant depression. The harder he worked, the stronger he became and the more attention he received for his size and strength. Both now exceeded those of men far older than he was. He’d decided what he wanted out of life, and training gave him the spirit to achieve things by being stronger. This kid had never been asked to play Monopoly, Clue, Mouse Trap, or any other game because he’d been labeled as stupid. Now, he walked the halls of his school with authority and confidence. He’d become the master of his own domain. Friends, however, remained few and far between because he was still labeled as slow and stuck in special education classes. The kids in these classes weren’t from the same middle class neighborhood in which he lived, so he wasn’t “allowed” to hang out with them. Time with them was limited to school or after-school activities like football and wrestling. Wrestling became his passion because the team was comprised of kids who weren’t from his social class. Many were in his special education classes. The training was hard, individual, and intense. After 

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having his ass kicked every day for a year, the weights came into the picture. Using his newfound strength, he didn’t lose a single match for two years. The boy had also started participating in powerlifting because he relished the competitive challenge of getting stronger. He trained with a group of adults who took him under their collective wings and taught him proper training techniques. They showed him how to cycle his training programs for optimal results. As a result, he built himself into one of the strongest teenagers in the country, breaking many state and national records in the process. By contrast, he hated football with a passion. The coach called him slow and screamed at him for not knowing the plays. You needed to know the plays. You were also supposed to know what to do if a play was changed at the line. When that happened, you figured out what to do based on where the defender’s head went. Not grasping this made the kid feel even more stupid. The coach was on his ass every day and that made things infinitely worse. He constantly thought about quitting. His weight training sessions were the only thing helping him through this. He knew he’d be meeting his training partners in the gym after practice because there was always a meet coming up and that feeling of anticipation temporarily made football tolerable. On the blast and dust scale, wrestling and powerlifting were “blasting” and schoolwork and football were “dust.” He saw no reason to spend time with stuff that meant nothing to him. He wasn’t interested in anything that wasn’t enhancing his life. Schoolwork and football made him feel more like the “stupid kid” that the world had labeled him as. Wrestling and powerlifting showed him success and the ability to see 

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that, if he worked hard, he got want he wanted. And what he’d wanted was for the abuse to stop. There were eventually some decisions to be made. Weight training had added significant mass to his physique, and there were weight class issues to address. In football, he was a defensive end, but he didn’t have the speed to be a good pass rusher. He needed to add more weight to play defensive tackle, but this meant he’d have to wrestle as a super heavyweight, which he didn’t want to do. Wrestling all the fat guys took the fun out of the sport. To stay out of the super heavyweight class, he’d only have to drop ten pounds, so the decision was easy. He stopped playing the sport he hated and went with the sport he loved. Powerlifting remained a constant, the way it would throughout his life. It went year-round and was always there. This decision ate at him for weeks. The coach he considered the biggest asshole of all sat down with him and showed him a letter detailing the values and virtues of football. He told the boy that he really cared. This was the most attention the coach had ever shown him, and the kid was in disbelief. Even so, he still just wanted this coach to go away. Every coach in the school had a word with the kid, trying like hell to get him to play football. They all had something to say, but not one of them listened. Finally, he gave in to all their pressure and went back to playing football. He never wrestled again. He did what he promised to do with football, but powerlifting became his number one passion because it still fulfilled his needs and kept him away from what had hurt him. He was still a loner, but he was a strong one—by far the strongest in the school. A balance was struck—he kept to himself, and the rest of the world kept to itself. 

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His self-worth was measured under the bar. He built an increasingly stronger suit of armor to keep from being hurt and to prevent people from seeing him for what he truly felt he was—the stupid kid. This label never went away for him. The weights simply redefined it, retooling him into the “stupid kid who no one wanted to mess with.” He needed no one, and no one needed him. This was a perfect arrangement that kept the exterior pain away. The interior pain, however, never left him. It was suppressed and buried with half-truths and justifications. He was getting stronger and spending less time in the dust phase. Most of his time was spent blasting. Training was the final piece that he’d needed to fill all the gaping voids in his life, and the goals that he’d set could now be fulfilled by him and him alone. The selfish nature he developed became a safety net. Nobody messed with him, and he hid all his fears behind his strength, aggression, and intimidation. This was a way of life that could get him what he wanted without having to expose who and what he thought he really was. Ironically enough, he’d found his greatest strength, acceptance, and significance in avoidance. As an adult, he would give motivational seminars on what it took to be a better lifter. He’d show how to use these same qualities in life. The entire time, however, he knew that everything was a half-truth because he wasn’t happy with himself and he couldn’t figure out why. When he was challenged, he always fell back on his basic model:



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To avoid confusion, he threw one hundred percent of himself into everything, letting the rest fall where it would. He “fixed” his obsessive behavior by putting all of his effort into the gym—training for meets, going on diets, getting lean, or taking on some other drastic training goal. Meanwhile, the rest of his life was in the dust because overcoming non-gym related adversity took everything he had. He’d been giving his pursuit of happiness a Herculean effort, and he still hadn’t found it. Blasting with everything he had left no time to focus on anything else. If something didn’t involve training, he relegated it to the dust pile and found something else to focus on. He called this “balance.” By placing one hundred percent of his focus on one thing and then the next, he stayed in blast mode constantly. He did this to seek pleasure and avoid pain. This didn’t give him the pleasure he wanted, so he created new and bigger blast goals. He told himself, “If I could just get this…If I could just do that…In just one more year, I’ll be able to do this…” The obsession with these things never stopped, but happiness never came. He thought this was because he hadn’t yet achieved his ultimate goal—the one that would finally prove his worth for all time. This was never about “the game.” To this day, this kid can’t tell you his sporting stats. If you ask him about his income and business statistics, he has to look them up. “The game” was never the point. It’s always been about proving something. In adulthood, most people would say that he’s proven everyone from his youth wrong—that he’s no longer the “stupid kid” and that he’s 

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become a very successful man. To him, however, there was always more to prove. But to who? Thirty years later, I now understand that I was blind to things that should have been important because I was trying to prove something to myself. What I didn’t understand was that this something didn’t need to be proved. It needed to be embraced. I was trying to prove something that couldn’t be proven in the first place. I was looking for the golden egg. None of us can change the past. What we can do is look back and learn from our mistakes. One of the biggest mistakes I made was living my life according to the blast and dust scale. As my niece told me, this is analogous to living a life of heaven and hell. Life is what happens in between the two. When I take my scale and make a bell curve out of it, you’ll see the greater meaning:

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My focus was on only twenty percent of what was going on in my life. According to the Pareto Principle, you receive eighty percent of your results from only twenty percent of the work that you put in. I felt that this was an acceptable way for me to live my life. However, if this rule is true, it applies to all the individual segments of the curve and not the entire curve as a whole. So did I miss eighty percent of my life? I ask myself these questions each and every day. Think of it this way. If you always drive to work the same way every day, do you notice the other cars on the road? Do you see the new paint job on the old house around the corner? Did you notice the river you crossed? Or is getting in the car and turning on the ignition all you ever remember? I was disassociated from a large part of my life. Was it twenty percent? Eighty? Who knows? That’s not the important part. The thing to remember about life is that it’s what happens between the bad times and the great times. Eighty percent of life involves learning how to master what’s here at the moment. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t strive for things in the future or learn from the past, but you have to stop to smell the roses. I do that now. There’s an entire world out there right in front of your face. It’s not about what’s happened or what you strive to have. It’s about learning to love what you do have and finding happiness within yourself that’s not based on false justifications. Staggering numbers of people fall to the far ends of this curve. They look for happiness in depression, drug use, alcohol, other people, work, overachievement, success, more money, status, and power. I’m not saying that this is right or wrong, and I’m not making judgments on whether it’s constructive or destructive. I’ve just found that there’s 11

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more to life than the things for which we strive. We need to stop and take a look. Striving for big goals is essential. However, learning to find happiness in the process of achieving those goals is also important. Don’t let one goal consume your entire life. If you do, you’ll be living life the way I did. You’ll blast one hundred percent of the time, get burned out, do nothing, and just sit idle until it’s time to blast again. Trust me on this one. After living this way for thirty years, I can assure you that it will not bring you the happiness you’re seeking. In my first book, Under the Bar, I tried to explain the values I’ve learned in the weight room and in sports. I know now that there were a few I missed. These values have always been there, but in looking back with an older, more experienced eye, I know there are ones that I’d overlooked, taken for granted, or just never understood at all. As coaches, athletes, and parents, we need to understand all the great things that sports offer. We need to see not only the values that fill our own gaps but the ones that build character, balance, and happiness.

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Faith “It is inevitable that some defeat will enter even the most victorious life. The human spirit is never finished when it is defeated...it is finished when it surrenders.” —Ben Stein “Winning is great, sure, but if you are really going to do something in life, the secret is learning how to lose. Nobody goes undefeated all the time. If you can pick up after a crushing defeat and go on to win again, you are going to be a champion someday.” —Wilma Rudolph “Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent.” —Marilyn vos Savant

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“Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.” —Gail Devers

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spiritual apprehension rather than proof.

3. a system of religious belief: the Christian faith. 4. a strongly held belief or theory: The faith that life will expand until it

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School Days It was a typical fall day. Leaves littered the ground, a cool breeze gently rattled through the trees, and billowing clouds sat high in a vast, blue sky. The sun was weak, casting dappled light across the grass. The school bell rang, marking the end of another day. I grabbed my jacket and lunch pail and found my usual spot in the back of the line. Released from our daily educational grind, I exited the back door with the rest of the kids. Today would be unlike any other day. I took the same path home as always. I walked the sidewalk from the school and then cut through a series of yards until I reached my own. As I made my way into the first yard, I noticed a few kids from my neighborhood playing in one of the other yards a few houses up. This was the yard that I needed to cut through to get home. I recognized two of these kids. They were both three years older than me. I had never seen the third one before. Having been picked on and beaten up most of my childhood for being learning disabled, I was used to the teasing and name calling from 15

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Head Down, Eyes Forward As soon as I came into view, the name calling started. “Here comes retard boy.” “Look, there’s Tater Tot.” I kept my head down and my eyes looking forward, the same way I’d done many times before. It started with tightness around my ankles. They’d tossed a tetherball rope around my shins, the same way cowboys do when they’re roping cattle. The ball whipped around my legs several times, coming to a stop only when I fell to the ground. I tried to pull myself to my knees, but they jerked the rope, causing me to fall flat, face first in the grass. The battle had begun. I tried to get up, but they pulled the rope and dragged me back down. The pulling and dragging were constant. It didn’t stop. I flopped around from my front to my back trying to get my legs free of the ropes. As I fought, the other two kids jumped on me, kicking and punching me with all they had. I have no idea how long this went on, but there wasn’t a single spot on my body that hadn’t been punched or kicked. I remember looking up and seeing other kids standing off to the side laughing and pointing. Slam! Someone pressed my face firmly into the ground, hindering the scent of grass and mud that tried to fill my nostrils. Blood drained from my nose onto the grass, and a blue and white striped, Puma tennis shoe kicked the side of my prone torso. There were cheers in the background. I tried to cover up, but the Puma raced toward me again, colliding with my nose this time. The taste of my own blood filled my mouth. 16

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Then, something incredible happened. All the physical pain simply stopped. I told myself that there was no way they’d see my pain. There was no way they were going to know that they were hurting me. There was no way in this world I was going to let them have an ounce of satisfaction by showing them a single tear or by uttering a single cry for help. I found contentment in the pain, and I embraced it. I anticipated the next punch and the next kick to see if they had the strength to hit and kick harder than they had the time before. As I withdrew myself, they became increasingly dissatisfied with how things were going. The dragged me around the yard, hoping to spark a reaction from me. My face rolled through dog shit, but I wasn’t going to let them know that I was in any pain at all. All of it was held inside me, and it became my power.

Blood, Sweat, and Grass After what seemed to me like forever, they stopped. One of the onlookers came over and offered to help me up. I looked up at him with blood, sweat, grass, and crap on my face and told him to get away from me. I refused his help. I didn’t want his help to get up. I pulled my knees to my chest and untied the rope from around my ankles. I rolled onto my side, first putting one knee on the ground and then the other. I placed one foot flat on the ground and pulled myself up. I stood with pride, knowing that I’d displayed no pain and given satisfaction to no one despite taking the worst beating of my life. The physical pain was intense, but I was able to displace myself and make it go away. The emotional pain, however, was a different story altogether. 17

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Stop...Pause I’m pausing at this point because I want you to think of some of the bad things that have happened in your life. For me, when I think about these things, I think of rage, vengeance, anger, and hate. I can’t speak for you, but these are the emotions that come to my mind. I hated those kids for what they’d done. I’ve never forgotten that day, and I never will. I used to think of it as the day the stupid learning disabled kid got what he deserved. They’d absolutely beaten the crap out of me, and it made me think about how helpless and worthless I was. I thought about how weak I was and how I didn’t have the strength to fight back. I thought of the fear I felt every time I saw those kids again and how afraid I was every time I walked past that house. Take a moment right now to think back to one of the worst things that has ever happened in your life. Did someone close to you leave you for another? Were you cheated on or betrayed? Did you suffer the loss of a loved one? Were you beaten up like I was? Or worse? We all have great pains that we suffer in our lives, and no one’s pain is greater or worse than anyone else’s. We all have our horrific moments, and we’d all love to know why they happened to us. Why me? What did I do to bring this on? We play the blame game, but we’ll never get any answers to our questions because there aren’t any. The answers we’re looking for aren’t found in the reasons why. They’re found in our own fears. Most of us try not to think back on these times because doing so scares the crap out of us. I’ll bet that when I asked you to think back, you didn’t, and if you did, you were emotionally detached. The pain 18

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we associate with these moments is usually just too much. However, some important questions need to be asked. Is this pain influencing your life today? Could these events still be causing pain in your life? Or is this yet another issue you’re avoiding because you don’t want to know the answer? Are you guided by the way you think about these past experiences? If so, is it in a positive way? Or are these things holding you back from the life you really want? How could you know any of this if you’ve never thought about it? Maybe it’s time to revisit some of these moments from a different perspective so that you can learn to overcome them.

Understand This To do this, you have to understand one thing. The unfavorable, adverse, grim, and hurtful losses in our lives shape who we become, and the excellent, fantastic, and awesome times are the rewards that we receive for being who we are. Confused? We all have good times, and we all have bad times. The key is to understand how to use the bad times to help shape who you are in a positive way. This is far easier than most of us think it is because it all really boils down to how we decide to look back on these events. I still have a hard time doing this sometimes, but I have yet to find one bad experience that didn’t yield a positive outcome. This includes even the very worst of my experiences. I’m able to see how each one has shaped who I’ve become in either a negative or positive way. The way events have affected me has always been based entirely upon how I recall them. 19

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When I look back at these events and try to view them in a positive light, my life is always enhanced. To put things in training terms, learning to remember them by viewing memories through a different prism feels like a weighted vest has been unbuckled and thrown from my body. By changing how I view things, my life has changed, and I’m in a state of constant growth as a person. When someone first suggested this, I thought it was bull. Stuff happens and we have to deal with it, right? Sometimes we’ll never know why an event occurs. Sometimes we don’t need to know. I don’t know a single person who’s had a golden life without pain. We all have it, we’ve all had it, and we’ll all have more of it. This is life, so deal with it. That’s what I would have said years ago, but what does “deal with it” actually mean? For me, it meant pushing it inside, filing it away as bad stuff that happened, and moving on. Then I’d forget about it. But do we really forget? If you were hurt or scared as a result of something happening, would you do that something again? What if it didn’t yield the same result the second time around? In powerlifting, missing a weight doesn’t mean it’s impossible to lift that weight if we try it again. If we still can’t lift it, we can try it again on another day. And if we still can’t lift it, we learn from it, get stronger, and come back to do it on yet another day. This is how a lifter looks at a challenge. The same is true for the negative events in our lives, except missed lifts won’t change how you look at life. They won’t shape who you’ll become the way a traumatic life experience can. It’s easy to find positives in slightly negative situations that have little influence on who we’ll become. It’s another thing altogether to look at extreme situations in this same light. The process, however, is the 20

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Extraordinary Resolve Face down on the ground, my entire body covered in grass, mud, crap, and blood, I found something in myself that I didn’t have the day before. I found an extraordinary resolve, a drive and a will. I found the faith to become stronger, regardless of the situation. With my face in the mud, I found an iron will to not quit and to not give in, regardless of how many times I was kicked or hit. I found strength in myself that I’ve carried throughout my life. This strength has given me faith that no matter how bad situations get or how hard I’m hit, kicked, or abused, I will untie the ropes and pull myself back to my feet stronger than before. That day, in a pile of crap, I discovered a piece of gold. Think about this. If I can turn crap into gold, what can you do?

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Who Are You? Are you not good enough? Do you need special attention? Are you behind the other kids? Go stand in the corner. Shut up idiot! Were you an accident? Go out and play. Da-da-da-da-da Dave! Not on my team! Come on, honey, it’s time to go to your learning disabled class. Get out of the pool. We have to leave to see your tutor. Go AWAY! GET OUT! You can’t do it! Leave us alone! Give me your milk! Pussy! Wimp! Don’t sit there—sit back there. Those are my toys—don’t touch them. Why don’t you just go away?!? You all can come in, but he has to stay out. Sit down and be quiet. Here, practice these flash cards. Get off MY swing! That’s MY ball! Dumbass! You are such a retard! Go away! Words like these made up my childhood. Being labeled with a learning disability was a nightmare. It led to a life of abuse and teasing and of feeling insignificant. These things were bad enough to last me a lifetime, but my mind is filled with other memories such as…

The Clouds I spent the bulk of my childhood avoiding others and spending time by myself, sitting under a tree staring up at the clouds. Minute by minute, hour by hour, and day by day, I stared at the clouds. I spent months, even years, looking to the sky and wondering why. Why am I the stu25

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pid kid? Why am I the one who can’t do a pull-up? Why do I have to be the one with horrendous acne? What did I do to deserve this? I thought about a lot of things sitting under that tree. Where did the clouds stop? Where does space end? Is there really a God? What is the purpose of the stars? How could I do this? How could I do that? Why do we have two legs? What if? Thinking like this went on for hours. I was never much for fantasy or imagination. I’d just sit and think about why things were done the way that they were. Why did one person look right when crossing the street and then left while another person did things the opposite way? Was it because they were right- or left-handed? Thoughts like these occupied my days. As I grew older and got more absorbed in weight training, I thought a lot about why training was done the way that it was. What were the advantages of doing things a certain way? What were the disadvantages? Why did people take certain things as givens when there may be better ways to do them? This was how I escaped reality.

Milk Money I loved chocolate milk when I was a kid. I’d sit at my desk, hungry from skipping breakfast, waiting for lunch to come. On good days, I’d get lucky and wind up at the back of the line when they called on us to go to the cafeteria. Being last in line was where I wanted to be. Nobody would be behind me making fun of me. Nobody would call me stupid, flick the back of my ear with their fingers, or kick the sole of my 26

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shoe as I walked. At the back of the line, none of my classmates could try to steal my milk money. If I didn’t give it up, they’d punch me in the stomach. Because I loved milk, everything came down to how badly I wanted it. Was having my milk worth taking a shot in the gut and spending the next five minutes trying to catch my breath? In the back of the line, the odds of this happening were much lower. This wasn’t always the case though. Sometimes a kid waited for me just to steal my money or hit me. Luckily for me, teachers usually stayed in the back of the line, creating a safe place. I’d find a place to sit in the cafeteria away from everyone else so I didn’t have to deal with their comments. After lunch, we went to the playground. Over time, I learned to keep mostly to myself but not so much that teachers tried to make me go places with the other kids. If I went and sat alone by myself, they’d try to make me go and play with the others, which was the last thing I wanted to do. I figured out that if I stayed on the far swing, I was left completely alone. If I was alone by the playground set, it looked like I was actually trying to do something. Sometimes I’d try to hang out with the other kids from my neighborhood, but they all ignored me. One particular event stands out in my mind. Another kid had a new video game, so a group of us went over to his house to play it. Everyone else was invited in, but I was told to go home. After this happened, I never tried to go anywhere with a group again, opting instead to stay under a tree by the golf course driving range where nobody could see me. I sat and watched the clouds and wondered what was up there. I pondered all sorts of things there. Where does space end? Why am I like I am? Why am I not like all the others? What can I do to be accepted? Why don’t they want 27

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to be friends with me? What are the clouds made of anyway? How much longer until the streetlights come on? Is there a God? If there is, what’s his plan for me? I enjoyed spending all this time alone because it gave me freedom and kept me away from the abusive stuff of my life. I found the peace and strength that I needed to make it from one day to the next. And I needed this because I knew the next day would be the same as all the others. When I made it to the fourth grade, the physical and mental abuse got much worse. It became more and more intense each week. I had no idea how to fight so I just did my best. I wasn’t the strongest or most confident kid, so most of these fights took place on the ground with me getting my ass beat. Sometimes I’d simply run away from the mental abuse. I’ll remember some of these times for the rest of my life. Most of the time, I walked home from school alone. I always hated it when the corner attendant held us up for traffic. If I got ahead, the other kids caught up to me. If they were ahead, I tried to slow my pace so they crossed the street before me. This usually worked, but sometimes I caught up with them, which is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. One day, a group of sixth graders caught up to me. I kept my head down and my mouth shut like I always did. As we crossed the road, one of these kids swiped my book bag and took off running. I really didn’t care, but I didn’t want to have to explain where my bag was when I got home, so I took off after the kid to get it back. The other kids thought this was funny, and they ran along with me. I shouted for 28

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the kid to give my bag back as he turned the corner around the side of a brick house. I ran after him as fast as I could. As soon as I rounded the corner, whack! I was smashed in the face with my bag. The impact knocked me backward and to the ground. The four kids stood over me, taunting me. “What are you going to do now? What? Are you gonna cry? Come on, let’s see you run away.” I’d learned from experience that if I just looked down and avoided eye contact, they’d go away. It seemed like forever, but they finally did, and I got up and went home. If I really wanted to, I could write an entire book of stories just like this one. I could easily do this because things like this made up so much of my early childhood. This wouldn’t serve any purpose though. It would depress me, piss me off, and take me back to a time over which I have no control. It would show me something that I can’t change. My childhood wasn’t positive because I felt like I was the “stupid” kid who didn’t belong. I felt insignificant. My best friend was a tree, and my visual projection system was the sky. I was always waiting for a better time. I was looking for a better day—one where I’d find significance and acceptance. People have asked me why I never said anything to my parents, teachers, or someone else whom I trusted back then. To be honest, I don’t know why I didn’t. Maybe I was afraid it would make things worse. Maybe I didn’t want them to know. Maybe they could have helped, but I didn’t see how at the time. It was my problem, and it went on for so long that it simply became my way of life. I knew my role, and I knew my place in the pecking order. I accepted this for what it was. Maybe I didn’t say anything because I felt guilty or be29

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He got me into wrestling, and I loved the sport. The team was made up of my classmates, and there weren’t any middle or upper middle class kids who wrestled. Wrestling was a way to learn how to defend myself so I wouldn’t get my ass beat again. My physical skills sucked, but I got better and stronger with each practice my first year. I didn’t win a single match, but I had fun and began to develop self-esteem and confidence. This helped with some of my classroom work but not too much.

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The Results The following football season, I went from being the kid they pushed around to the one they feared. I still wasn’t a great player, and I didn’t play much because I had problems with the playbook, but I didn’t care. I liked drills such as “bull in the ring,” tackling drills, and driving the sled. These let me take out all the frustration that I’d built up over the years. I wanted to knock the crap out of anyone put in front of me, and I found a way to use my hatred to my advantage. My strength was now well beyond theirs. I could, would, and did begin to take it out on everyone on the field. When they were hurt, too slow in getting up, or bleeding with snot coming out of their noses, I loved it. I made it through a season of dealing with the coach’s comments about being slow and not knowing the plays. I never knew the people we played against, but I knew the losers on my own team all too well. Many of them were the same jerks I’d grown up with, and they were no longer making fun of me. They were scared shitless of me, and I loved it. I didn’t want their acceptance. Becoming the guy you didn’t want to mess with gave me significance. “Just leave me alone and let me train.” This became my creed. 33

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Significance For the next two years, I didn’t lose a single wrestling match. In fact, no match lasted longer than one minute. Wrestling was a huge passion of mine. I busted my ass all year working on my skills and drop steps. I trained with the weights, I ran, and I loved it. I loved everything about the sport. I loved the smell of the gym, the smell of the mats, and even the pain of running the stairs. I loved knowing that the harder I worked, the better I’d get. I was convinced that nobody wanted it more then I did—that nobody would be stronger or work harder. I’d get passes to get out of study halls so I could run the stairs between classes. I’d go to practice, then home, and then I’d train some more. It never stopped, and it paid off. I’d found something that gave me significance. I didn’t know how or why, but I felt like somebody. I felt like I’d become more than the “stupid kid.” My grades still sucked, and kids still talked about me behind my back, but nothing was said to my face anymore—ever. My gait changed. I dressed in rock T-shirts and flannel shirts with cowboy boots. My brow was angled aggressively, which was a way to get people to stop making fun of me. This worked like a charm. I still didn’t have many friends, but I didn’t care because friends only got in the way of my training. They wouldn’t understand my passion for it. If people didn’t like it, support it, or understand it, I didn’t need them in my life. Training became my entire identity. It gave me confidence, protection, acceptance, significance, self-respect, and everything I needed to be ready to take on the world. Training was life. Everything in between was just recovery. 34

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Under the Bar In high school, between my junior and senior years, I felt like I needed to make a choice between football and wrestling. As I said earlier, this wasn’t a hard choice because I loved wrestling and I hated football. Wrestling was an individual sport. The harder I worked, the more I got out of it. I didn’t have to rely on anyone but myself. Football didn’t matter to me because no matter how hard I worked, the rest of the team didn’t work as hard or have the same passion. To this day, I still have a hard time understanding plays and reacting to the game. I told my parents that I wanted to focus on wrestling and drop football altogether. If I continued to play football, I’d have to gain more weight to play defensive tackle. I wasn’t fast enough to play defensive end, and I wasn’t good enough to play a skill position. Gaining weight would put me in the super heavyweight class in wrestling, and that wasn’t what I wanted. My parents didn’t agree with this decision, and they let me know they were disappointed. In the weeks leading up to this decision, I had coaches trying to convince me to play football. They all tried to make it seem like playing football was in my best interest, but none of them listened to how I actually felt or what I believed was best for me. For weeks, the pressure didn’t stop, and I eventually couldn’t take it anymore. As I said earlier, I never wrestled again after this. I don’t feel as though I gave in to their pressure though. I just found something else—powerlifting—that I liked more. Powerlifting was something I could do year-round. I played football, but I never missed a training session. It didn’t matter if these sessions conflicted with game days, practices, or the off-season. I always had a meet to train for, and my strength levels went through the roof. I ended up breaking several 35

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teenage Ohio state records as well as some national records. I loved it. What mattered to me was that I’d become the strongest kid in school by far and nobody messed with me. I stayed with the same girlfriend throughout my high school years, and I never spent any real time with friends. I didn’t interact with players on my team, and I kept all friendships at arm’s length because I didn’t want anything to interfere with my training. Training was my therapy. It was my salvation and my sanctuary from the real world. My time in the gym was living. Everything else was just recovery.

Fast Forward As the years went by, my passion for powerlifting grew. I loved the sport. More importantly, it gave me significance and acceptance, filling major voids in my life. It also provided me with a way to solve all of my problems—stronger, bigger, and faster. Powerlifting was a way to avoid the bigger issues in my life by being selfish, aggressive, distant, and taking people for granted. These negative qualities took me many years and a lot of pain and suffering to discover. With every positive, there’s a negative. As I grew stronger and more distant, I was rewarded instead of punished, and I never saw the negative aspects of my actions. Years later, I realized I had few people in my life that I could really call friends. I’m not close to any of my family members, and I’d been taking my wife for granted. The most important things in my life were falling apart, and I knew it. I tried to fix them by building a bigger business and a stronger body. Bigger and stronger had always worked for 36

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me in the past, and I hoped these things would fix the problems that had been developing. My past, however, was filled with rejection and failure. There comes a time when we see ourselves for who we really are and not for who others think we are. Actually, I’ll amend that to say, “who we think we are.” I had arrived at a point where I wasn’t who I thought I was, and the pain of seeing this was the greatest pain I’ve ever endured in my life. After thirty years, I was still the stupid kid putting up barriers to keep from getting hurt. I was still building walls with my behavior to keep people out and away so I could maintain my control. I was unhappy and pissed off. I felt rejected and depressed most of the time. My own behavior was creating my unhappiness, but as usual, I’d rather be unhappy than hurt. This is hard to explain and even harder to justify because I see it in a different way now. In the past, this was easy to justify. To be honest, I’m just as confused in writing this as you may be reading it. When you think about it, it’s absurd to choose actions that make you unhappy instead of happy. Why would anyone continue to keep doing the same things knowing that the result will be the same? Why would a person not want to be happy in life? I don’t know, but this was the path I chose. I chose to exist as blast or dust rather than living my life. Theoretically, my past put me in this position. We’re all influenced by our environment in both positive and negative ways. The “stupid” label may have put me in that position. My teachers, parents, and friends may have put me there as well. Maybe we all have free will, and I put myself there. Having gone through it, I know 37

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it doesn’t matter how I got there. It was what it was, and we can’t change the past. It’s important to know your behaviors, both positive and negative, but what we’re left with is today. Right now. This is all we have. If there are things that you don’t like when you look in the mirror, take it one day at a time. Don’t be that person for the next hour and then for the hour after that. If you need to, take it minute by minute. People survive sometimes by taking things second by second. Take whatever time interval you need but understand that we have the right and the ability to change if our desire is there. If that desire isn’t there, you don’t want to change or you don’t need to. This is how things were for me for years, until desire came up and kicked me in the gut so hard that I ended up hitting the lowest point of my life. Once there, I found the desire to change the things I didn’t want to see for what they really were.

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system or school system at the time, but it’s provided me with skills that I now know have always been there. Spending so much time sitting under a tree thinking has given me the ability to think in ways that other people don’t see. I pick up on things. I question things that others take as givens. These are skills I use every day in my business, and I look at them as assets. My spelling isn’t great. I can’t type internet code, I’m not good with accounting, and my personnel skills need work. I do, however, have a unique ability to think that sets me apart from the rest of the staff. I’m very lucky to have the staff I do though. They’re all great, and they’re all very smart. They’re all much better at what they do than I am, and there’s no question in anyone’s mind that this is true. They all have their own unique gifts, and when you blend us together, there’s a great balance. This is why our company is successful. My ideas are worthless without having people who can implement them. I was asked once how I come up with my ideas, solutions, and recommendations. The way I do this is to leave the office, get in my car, and just drive. When this person asked me where I drive, I said that I drive in the country. Then he asked me what I see, and I had to stop for a minute because the answer hit me like a ton of bricks. I see clouds. Right then and there, I knew I wasn’t the stupid kid. I realized that I had my own unique intelligence that may not necessarily be genetic. Whatever the case, I can say with one hundred percent certainty that my time spent alone under the tree staring at the clouds wasn’t a curse. It was a gift. It just took me thirty years to see it. 39

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Trials “Reason does not work instinctively but requires trial, practice, and instruction in order to gradually progress from one level of insight to another.” —Immanuel Kant “A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor a man made perfect without trials.” —Chinese Proverbs

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1. a test of the performance, qualities, or suitability of someone or some

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2. an athletic contest to test the ability of players eligible for selection to

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Math I never particularly liked math in high school. I wasn’t bad at it, I guess, but it wasn’t my favorite subject. I did like the fact that I immediately knew where I stood with math. My ninth grade brain wanted at least some things to be certain, and with math, you either got the right answer or you didn’t. If your test paper came back with a lot of red marks, your answers were wrong. There was no arguing with the teacher either, and there were no excuses that you could make. The numbers didn’t lie. If my answer was wrong, it meant I didn’t understand the problem, used the wrong formula, made a mistake in dividing or multiplying, or put my decimal points in the wrong places. It was my fault if something was wrong, and I’d have to reapply myself and do better the next time.

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tion, and measurement. These result in the theories and formulas with which great thinkers have wrestled since the beginning of human history. As the wrong answers on my test papers showed, math is subject to rigorous proof, the application of systematic reasoning to avoid mistakes, and fallible intuition. In its most basic sense, math teaches us that correct axioms correspond to reality. Wrong answers do not. As I’m typing these words into my laptop, I can glance up and have a look around my dimly lit 5,000 square-foot weight room. This place is my dream come true. It’s my heaven on earth, filled with everything to do with the world of lifting. he walls are covered with thousands of photos from training sessions and meets. The floors are pure, cold concrete and rubber mats. The room is filled with power racks, monoracks, bench racks, monster leg presses, glute ham raises, and thousands of pounds of iron and other equipment. These are the steel walls where I can return time and time again to build my strength, my body, my self-esteem, and my business.

Refuge I used to think the weight room was a place of refuge. It was a place where I could escape from my issues and problems and concentrate on improving my performance. When things went sour in my personal relationships and my living nightmare began, I ran to the weight room for solace. What I didn’t understand was that by running away to train, I was running away from the real issues in my life that would keep returning to make me unhappy and cause pain. 44

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Zen The weight room isn’t just a place to train. It’s a temple. It’s a Zenlike place on symbolically higher ground where we bring our hopes, dreams, and aspirations. It’s where we commit to grueling personal discipline and the continuous challenge to improve ourselves by putting five more pounds on the bar, performing one more rep, putting on another pound of muscle mass, dropping another pound of body fat, or understanding ourselves better. If we’re serious, it’s a way of life.

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It’s a place where our determination to better ourselves teaches us control and self-realization. Things in life might not always go our way, but in the weight room, we train to shape the outcomes of our goals the best we can. With our programs and routines, we try to discover the right way to train. We try to “turn the eye inward” and deepen our understanding of what we’re doing. We emphasize daily practice and focus our concentration on the task at hand so we can come as close as possible to achieving perfection. This means shutting out negative or extraneous thoughts and controlling every aspect of the experience. This is a difficult challenge, and there will be sacrifices, disappointments, anxiety, frustration, and injuries. If we survive, however, these trials make us stronger, and they make us better as individuals. What we learn in the weight room will prepare us for the body blows that life will inevitably throw at us. In the midst of one of my life’s most challenging times, I went to the gym and I trained. I learned more about myself in that one day than I had at any other time in my life. I was alone, doing one movement after another, with an intensity of emotions building inside. These emotions ranged from extreme anger to abject fear. I couldn’t tell you how I trained or the weights that I used, but I worked so hard I had tears streaming down my face. I wasn’t crying though. At first, these were tears of rage and fear. Finally, they were tears of happiness. I was finally happy because I’d come to the understanding that training wasn’t simply an escape. It wasn’t an impediment to solving my problems. It was a necessary and fundamental part of my life that made me who I was, who I am. I knew that all of the discipline and 46

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Attitude What the weight room taught me—and still teaches me—is that you need the right attitude. However, having the right attitude is difficult. You first need to understand yourself. Once you’ve accomplished that, you need to take personal responsibility for your actions and the way you want to live your life. I’ve spoken to and read emails from people without a job or a dime to their name. They move from place to place, but all they want to know is how to improve their bench press. These situations may be dysfunctional, but I see these people as hanging by the only thread they have at the time. With luck, this one thread will lead to another, and they’ll eventually get back on their feet. It’s a far darker thought to imagine what might happen if they stop asking questions and abandon their training altogether. Of course, trials will never end. Misfortune and adversity are inevitable as long as people are alive. However, those of us who are serious in the weight room know things that others don’t. There’s an understanding we share that penetrates deeper than surface reality. When you’ve “been there and done that” for years in the weight room overcoming adversity, you’ll find that you already possess the ability to deal with life’s daily setbacks. With this understanding, we can live fuller, richer lives and “be all we can be” as the saying goes. That’s the goal, right? 47

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“Men are not only prone to forget benefits; they even hate those who have obliged them and cease to hate those who have injured them. The necessity of revenging an injury or of recompensing a benefit seems a slavery to which they are unwilling to submit.” —Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld 

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 He’d been dropped off and would be picked up in two hours. With nowhere else to go, he got on a bench and tried a few sets. The kid knew the movement, but he’d only done it off milk crates on his bedroom floor. With the luxury of a real bench and a real barbell, he was ready to get started. He began with the bar, knocking out a few sets of ten, and then he moved up to 135 lbs. This wasn’t heavy for him, but it felt considerably different compared to what he’d been doing at home. He was sitting on the end of the bench, staring at the ground, when a deep voice interrupted whatever he was thinking about.    “Hey, Buck, can I give you some advice?”   Looking up, the kid saw a mass of muscle and veins standing in front of him. His first inclination was to tell this stranger his name wasn’t “Buck,” but he wanted to hear what the man had to say.   “You need to get your body tight when you bench press and focus on pushing your body away from the bar, not the bar away from your body.”   For the next ten minutes, they worked on bench pressing, addressing everything. The process of getting stronger was under way. The kid was blown away by what had just taken place. There were many more questions that he wanted to ask, but he was hesitant to press his luck. So, he went back to his sets and kept pounding away. Set after set, he worked on his bench. He would have done this all day if he hadn’t heard still another voice from the gym.   “Hey, Buck, that’s enough. Move on to incline dumbbell presses.”  52

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100 I can’t list the name of every person who’s helped me with tips, technical corrections, and spotting. There are too many to name. I’m not the product of the books I’ve read or the videos and seminars I’ve seen. I’m the product of the countless people who took the time to help me even though they had better things to do. While I’ve learned a lot from my own training, studies, colleges, and seminars, this pales in comparison to the things I’ve learned from people, sometimes random ones, who felt the need to help me excel. 

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The JM Press A few years back, the owner of a personal training center would call me quite frequently. This guy also happened to be a powerlifter. We had some great conversations, and we managed to work through several of his training problems. I learned a lot from him about the effects that certain supplements had on recovery. I’d estimate we spent close to thirty hours on the phone in one year, and his training took off. With some slight adjustments and his hard work, he earned his first elite total in powerlifting. He called me from the meet to tell me about it. I was very excited for him, but I made sure to remind him that he was the one who did all the work and made the corrections. All I really did was act as a sounding board. I wanted him to take the credit. There was no need for him to thank me for all the hard work that he’d done and the sacrifices that he’d made. We lost touch after that meet. About a year later, his name came up during a phone conversation with a customer who’d called in with a quick training question. I was shocked by the story he told me. 55

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The Reaction  When I first learned about this, it pissed me off because I’d spent so much time talking to this lifter. I was upset that he wouldn’t spend sixty seconds showing another lifter a single movement. This bothered me for a couple of days, but then something finally dawned on me. You don’t give gifts in order to receive something in return. You give the gift because the act of giving is a gift in and of itself. After that, things are out of your hands. I did the right thing by helping this guy, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. If people like him made me stop helping others, what good would it do me? What difference could I make then? What if the guy who’d showed me how to squat didn’t take the time to do so because someone had let him down once? Where would I be now?

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I sat there for almost an hour waiting for traffic to die down so I could bolt into the street and retrieve my Dingos. The whole time I waited, I thought about how big of a pussy I was. I’ve never given up on a pull since then. I’ve dropped a few, and I’ve torn hamstrings and strained erectors, but I’ve never lost my boots again. Ironically, the same guy who threw my Dingos into the street and seemed like such a prick drove me to my first meet when my ride bailed out at the last minute. Out of the twelve people I called, he was the only one to say yes. Late on a Friday night before a Saturday meet, I called and asked him if he could drive me to the meet the next day. This wasn’t easy because I didn’t know him very well, but I’d run out of options and really wanted to lift. He agreed without a second thought. He picked me up first thing in the morning and drove me three hours to Zanesville, Ohio, where the meet was being held. We got back home at three the next morning, and he never once held this against me or said a word about it. I found out later that he’d taken a personal day from work to drive me to the meet. We spent the entire ride talking about powerlifting. This was a 28-year-old elite lifter cop and a 14-year-old kid who didn’t know anything, riding in a car together for hours. I learned more about powerlifting that day than on any other day in my life and that includes the present. We trained together for many meets, and then I left for college. I never kept in touch, and he’s no longer with us now. I often wonder where my life would be right now if he’d said no. It’s scary to think about the impact one action like this can have on someone. Maybe I wouldn’t have lifted in that first meet. Maybe I never would have lifted in any meet. Who knows? 58

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People like this are “difference makers,” but they’re run out of clubs and gyms because they bend bars, use chalk, and lift heavy weights. Hardcore gyms like the ones at which I’ve trained have been run out of business by big chain operations. These all cater to the out-ofshape member who’ll come for a few weeks and then quit. When was the last time that fat guy on the treadmill made a difference in some kid’s life in the gym? When was the last time the tracksuit wearing membership director changed the course of someone’s life? This may not be fair, and I might be making assumptions here, but I think you know what I mean. Just make sure you pull hard, or you will lose your boots.

The Takeaway  In business and in life, you’ll meet people who don’t care about what you’ve done in the past. They won’t care what you’ve lifted, where you’ve trained, what titles you’ve won, or how much money you’ve made. This can work against you because it can show your selfish side. Nobody wants to associate with a selfish person. Nobody wants to do business with a selfish person. If you’re selfish, people won’t trust you. They’ll do their best to stay away from you. People will be attracted to people who are human, giving, and supportive. They’ll be attracted to those who sincerely care about making others better. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. What action are you putting out there? What reaction do you really expect?

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Perspective “You must look within for value but must look beyond for perspective.” —Denis Waitley “Wisdom is your perspective on life, your sense of balance, your understanding of how the various parts and principles apply and relate to each other. It embraces judgment, discernment, and comprehension. It is a gestalt or oneness and integrated wholeness.” —Stephen R. Covey “Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems—but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible.” —Salman Rushdie

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“If you nurture your mind, body, and spirit, your time will expand. You will gain a new perspective that will allow you to accomplish much more.” —Brian Koslow

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1986 It was the summer of 1986. The bars were loaded, and we’d gathered in the gym for another training session. We were preparing for a couple of meets at the end of the summer, and the schedule I was on was working out great for me. My last meet was scheduled for the week before I was to leave for college. I had spent the previous few months breaking away from the older guys who’d brought me into the sport. I had a few competitive years under my belt, and I thought I could train with anyone as long as I had some spotters. I’d also heard enough of The Doors, Led Zeppelin, and Jefferson Starship. My new group consisted of lifters closer to my age. They were all new to the sport, but they were excited to train and get stronger. I think back on these sessions more than I do on any other training period I’ve had since. We just killed it every time we were in the gym. We did some solid powerlifting training, but we also did a ton of other stupid stuff just to see if we could. These were by far the dumbest training cycles I’ve ever done, but we all somehow got stronger.

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I vividly remember all the pranks and laughs. I remember the straining and the personal records (PR’s) that were set every single day. We were a group of misfits, but when we were all together, it worked. Many of us had never participated in sports before, and our backgrounds varied wildly, but it simply worked. Sometimes I have conversations with other lifters about the way powerlifting attracts such an incredible diversity of people. It’s cool, however, how we’re all the same when we’re in the gym. When I think about this, it takes me back to the summer of 1986.

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First, I tried to track down Joey. When I found someone who knew where he was, I was very sad to find out he was in prison for selling drugs. Through letters, I discovered that he’d never trained again after that summer. He loved it, but after we’d all left, it just wasn’t the same for him. He tried other training partners, but he couldn’t recapture the feeling he’d had when he trained with us. Next, I tried to contact Ron. After several calls, I eventually spoke to his mother, who had no idea who I was. She told me that Ron had killed himself in 1988. This was a difficult thing for me to accept because I thought Ron would have been the one to move on to a better life than the one he’d had back then. John was still around, but he’d moved out of the country. He now suffers from severe depression, and he hasn’t left his house in the past year. Finally, I called Larry. After hearing about the other guys, I thought for sure that Larry’s story wasn’t going to be good. Back then, Larry had the deck stacked against him more than any of us. It took some time to track him down, but I finally reached him in the Chicago area. We spoke for well over an hour, and I was happy to hear that he still trained hard all the time. He’d continued to compete in powerlifting meets for a few years after I’d left, and he’d read the company’s website. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that he’d gone back to get his GED and then went on to get an associates degree. He now owns his own software firm that’s doing very well and employs over fifty employees. I asked Larry how he did all this, and his answer is the inspiration behind this chapter. 66

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He said, “Dave, when I was in the gym training for those meets, I got stronger. For the first time in my life, I got stronger. I figured if I could do it physically, I could also do it in all areas of my life. So I started training.”

Perspective When I think about Larry and those other guys, I realize that we all had the same experience at the end of that summer, but we didn’t all see it the same way. Some of us saw it as something to duplicate while others saw it as the end of something that was fun but temporary. Larry saw it as a launching pad to bigger and better things. The difference between these points of view is perspective. Are there things in your life right now that you’re seeing with blinders on? Are there things that might look different if you stepped back and looked at them from a different perspective? Could the way you look at things be the difference between where you are now and where you want to be?

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Undaunted “The Man who with undaunted toils / sails unknown seas to unknown soils / With various wonders feasts his Sight: What stranger wonders does he write?” —Benjamin Franklin “A leader, once convinced a particular course of action is the right one, must have the determination to stick with it and be undaunted when the going gets tough.” —Ronald Reagan

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A Set of Squats The weight on the barbell trembled as he stood up. The clattering of iron on iron resounded across the weight room. His knees buckled, his quads burned, and his lower back felt as though it might snap at any moment. His lungs felt like they were being blown open with dry ice as the blood vessels in his eyes began breaking under the strain. “TWO DOWN, THREE TO GO!” As the spotter called this out, heads in the weight room turned. People began looking at the power rack, where the squatter was ready to descend for his next rep. The first two weren’t bad, but they’d taken a lot more out of him than he thought they would. “COME ON. LET’S GO!” He pushed his hips back and began his descent. He wasn’t focused on work, family, his girlfriend, or school. All he cared about in the world was pushing his knees out and his hips back. As he lowered the bar, his blood pressure increased to a level that made him think his head was about to burst. He knew from experience that this was the time to really push his knees out because doing so would give him the extra depth that he needed. After that, he’d explode with all he had back into a standing position.

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With all the force he could muster, he reversed direction, pushing for all he was worth as he tried to accelerate the weight as fast as possible. The harder he pushed, the more the weight seemed to push back against him. The last few inches seemed to take forever, and he thought there was no way he could do another two repetitions. He’d finish this rep, rack the bar, and call it a day. Something inside of him told him otherwise. “No way! You have to do this! You have to push on when you don’t think you can do it! You have to have more balls than this if you want to get stronger. Anyone can work this hard! Anyone can get to the point where they think they can go and stop... but you are not anyone.” “Let’s go!” He pulled in another big breath of air, pushed his torso into his lifting belt, and descended again. This time his focus wasn’t on technique and form. This time he was on autopilot. He was in a place few people ever see and even fewer are capable of understanding. Space and time are one in this place. Fear is unknown here, and failure is not an option. All of your training and strength brings you here, and there’s nothing else involved but the movement. It’s the moment when your spirit and your soul take over for your body, when practice becomes reality and thousands of perfect reps pay off under adversity. This is the moment of extraordinary resolve. With practiced precision, he lowered the weight and thrust it back up with the force of a battering ram. From the outside looking in, the lift 72

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After I’d watched him struggle to get there for what seemed to be at least five minutes, I had to ask: “Chuck, what the hell did you do?” In his typical fashion, he said he’d torn both hamstrings playing football the day before. That was it. No details. No small talk. He was there to train, so who was I to hold him back? I’d finished training for the day so I kicked back to watch this demonstration, knowing it was going to be something to behold. Louie was thinking the same thing as he shifted position and made himself more comfortable. What we both wanted to ask him was why in the hell he was playing football six weeks before a meet, but we were too amused watching him barely make it to the lat machine to say anything. The lat machine had no bar on it. It was on the floor next to the machine. This is when things got good. Chuck couldn’t bend over at all. He had to slowly move one leg back a few inches at a time and then walk his hands down the post of the lat machine. About halfway down, he bent his right knee to the floor and then his left. Putting all of his weight on his arms, he was able to shift his position so his hands were on the seat of the lat machine. He leaned over, grabbed the lat bar, and placed it on the seat. Very deliberately, he began to work himself back up to the midpoint of the machine. He sat the lat bar on the knee support and then used his arms to pull his body up the machine until he was standing again. 75

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All told, it took him at least ten minutes to get the bar on the machine. He then proceeded to do set after set of pull-downs. After watching this whole scene, I said, “Chuck, why didn’t you just ask me? I would’ve put the bar on the machine for you.” “I got it,” he replied. He didn’t want or need my help. I knew this before I’d asked. I’ve spent years doing seminars, and people have asked me what it was like to train with Chuck Vogelpohl. I have yet to meet anyone who hasn’t been impressed with his never say die attitude and his intensity. This kind of thing is not something you can just get excited, motivated, or psyched up to achieve. It’s built from the ground up in a gym with two torn hamstrings with lat work to do. This workout was not about training his lats. It was something he knew he had to do, and nothing was going to stop him from doing it. It had absolutely nothing to do with his lats. What would you have done? 

The Takeaway If you take the lesson presented in this one set of five reps, you can have everything you want in life. This ability is not exclusive to squatting or to athletes. We can all learn from this one set. If you’re willing to carry the weight, feel the strain, push past the pain, and give more of yourself than others expect of you, the world is yours.

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Conformity “The survival of the fittest is the ageless law of nature, but the fittest are rarely the strong. The fittest are those endowed with the qualifications for adaptation, the ability to accept the inevitable and conform to the unavoidable, to harmonize with existing or changing conditions.” —Unknown “An experience, perceptual or conceptual, must conform to reality in order to be true.” —William James “Be different: conform.” —Unknown “Wise men (should be) like coffers with double bottom: Which when others look into, being opened, they see not all that they hold.” —Sir Walter Raleigh

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1. comply with, abide by, obey, observe, follow, keep to, stick to, adhere

to, uphold, heed, accept, go along with, fall in with, respect, defer to; satisfy, meet, fulfill: Visitors have to conform to our rules. —Antonyms flout

2. follow convention, be conventional, fit in, adapt, adjust, follow the

crowd; comply, acquiesce, toe the line, follow the rules; submit, yield; informal play it by the book, play by the rules: They refuse to con form. —Antonyms rebel

Law #38 from the 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene Think as you like but behave like others. If you make a show of going against the times, flaunting your unconventional ideas and unorthodox ways, people will think that you only want attention and that you look down upon them. They will find a way to punish you for making them feel inferior. It is far safer to blend in and nurture the common touch. Share your originality only with tolerant friends and those who are sure to appreciate your uniqueness.

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coaches, welders, factory workers, and pharmacists. They can be anyone and everyone. In the gym, the pursuit is the same. I’ve trained with every one of these. Sometimes I’ve trained with them all simultaneously as part of the same powerlifting team. We all had different views and beliefs, but we were the same in the gym, training for the same goal—to become better. Without being conscious of it, we’d all conformed. We all wanted to be the best, regardless of the differences between us. I’ve trained with people I’ve despised. I didn’t respect what they did for a living, or I disagreed with their beliefs. In the gym, however, I was the first to spot them or to give them advice that would make them better. Inside the walls of the gym, it wasn’t about our differences but our similarities. We all wanted to get better. All of our differences were left outside because they would only distract us from our shared purpose and goal.

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responsibility to make the guy next to you better than you were. This philosophy raised the team as a whole. You were only as good as your weakest link. I was a member of the Westside Barbell Club in Columbus, Ohio, for close to twelve years, and I knew everyone who trained with me. I knew where I stood in the social order. I knew what stayed in the gym, and I knew what had to stay out. I knew my role and what I was there to do. I was there to lift the biggest weights I could, but I was also there to help coach and teach others to be better than I was. I was there to teach them to be much better. Conversely, their job was to make me better. We all conformed to this very simple social order, and Westside became one of the strongest gyms in the world. Getting everyone stronger was all that mattered.

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Business I’ve been asked this many times before. I know you’re wondering— how can conformity lead to success? Everyone tells us that we have to be different. They tell us that we have to set ourselves apart from everyone else, that we shouldn’t be the same, and that we have to aspire to be more than the group. Don’t get me wrong here—I agree with these things. You need to be different to set yourself apart. The key is to not be a hypocrite, a loudmouth, or someone who’s trying to get attention for the sake of getting attention. When you’re in a group setting, you don’t have to share all your values. You just need to share the ones you have in common with the group. When you do this, people will like you. They’ll want to spend more time with you and help you advance to the next level. They’ll be the first to spot you in the gym, the first to buy your product or service, and the first to sign up as a new client. Your beliefs won’t be changed in any way. They’re simply shared with people who feel the same way. In other words, don’t offer anything that could hurt you in the long run. Some people would consider this to be selling out, but I don’t think it is. It isn’t selling out when the same things happen in gyms and on powerlifting teams every day. You sell out when you don’t show up to do the work or when you don’t help others advance. Selling out is turning your back on the group and jumping on your soapbox. Selling out is not being smart in the way you approach your interpersonal relationships. You need to do this in accordance with your goals and theirs. Selling out is an excuse made by those who could never afford to buy in the first place.

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Weakness “Better to be a strong man with a weak point than to be a weak man without a strong point. A diamond with a flaw is more valuable than a brick without a flaw.” —William J. H. Boetcker “The wise man always throws himself on the side of his assailants. It is more his interest than it is theirs to find his weak point.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson “Roughly speaking, any man with energy and enthusiasm ought to be able to bring at least a dozen others round to his opinion in the course of a year no matter how absurd that opinion might be. We see every day in politics, in business, in social life, large masses of people brought to embrace the most revolutionary ideas, sometimes within a few days. It is all a question of getting hold of them in the right way and working on their weak points.” —Aleister Crowley 83

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“After all, one knows one’s weak points so well that it’s rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.” —Edith Wharton

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1. frailty, feebleness, enfeeblement, fragility, delicacy; infirmity,

sickness, sickliness, debility, incapacity, impotence, indisposition, decrepitude, vulnerability: With old age came weakness.

2. fault, flaw, defect, deficiency, weak point, failing, shortcoming, weak

link, imperfection, Achilles heel, foible: He has worked on his weak- nesses.

3. fondness, liking, partiality, preference, love, penchant, soft spot,

predilec tion, inclination, taste, eye; enthusiasm, appetite; susceptibil- ity: A weakness for champagne.

4. timidity, cowardliness, pusillanimity; indecision, irresolution, ineffectu-

ality, ineptitude, impotence, meekness, powerlessness, ineffective- ness: The president was accused of weakness.

5. untenability, implausibility, poverty, inadequacy, transparency; flimsi-

ness, hollowness: The weakness of this argument.

6. indistinctness, mutedness, faintness, feebleness, lowness; dimness,

paleness: The weakness of the sound.

The Mini-Max One of the most frustrating things that can happen in the gym is hitting a sticking point or mini-max. This is when your progress comes to a stop. In order to advance and improve the lift, you have to find your way around these. Sticking points are a normal part of the process. It would be silly to think you could keep adding five pounds per month to each lift. Sometimes you’ll advance quickly. Other times, you’ll advance at a more moderate pace. Occasionally, however, you won’t advance at all.

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I know of three main ways to overcome sticking points in the weight room: Mental: These fixes are highly specific and personal to the individual lifter. They can include prioritizing training, believing in yourself, instilling discipline, and gaining a better understanding of the training process. These can be addressed in a variety of different ways. Physical: Muscle imbalances and weak muscle groups can hold lifters back in the weight room. Weak movement planes, weak segments, or specific movement planes can also hold back lifters. Special exercises are performed in order to “bring up” weak areas. Technical: Proper form is vital to the execution of any lift. As you advance in the sport, these technical issues become much more important. At any professional level meet, the one thing that will immediately stand out is the exceptional quality of the form practiced by world class lifters in every movement they execute. At this level, if a weight moves just one inch in the wrong direction, the lifter can and will miss a lift. When you really think about it, most weak points involve a combination of all three things. When you’re looking to break through your mini-maxes, all three must be addressed. This may seem like pure program design information with no relevance to real world issues, but as you’ll see, nothing could be further from the truth.

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The Board Room In the “real world,” all business owners and their employees know that there are times when their businesses will grow rapidly. There are also times when the business will grow more slowly, stagnate, or even decline. If a business becomes stagnant or starts to decline, we need to discover the cause(s) and then develop new systems to address the underlying problem(s). Applying the same philosophy behind breaking through sticking points in the weight room, we have: Mental: You need to determine how you see your business. Step outside yourself and view things from a different perspective. You need to believe that you can overcome the situation, and you may need to either learn new skills or hire people with better skills than your own. Physical: You may need to change location, upgrade your brand, or infuse your marketing with a fresher look and feel. Technical: Your product or service may be out of date and badly in need of an upgrade. Your business systems may need to be readdressed and redeveloped.

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Physical: Are you there? Do you and your partner spend time with each other? The average, married couple is more like roommates than partners. Are you listening when the other person speaks to you? When you’re with that person, are you mentally there? Or are you somewhere else? Technical: Do you have systems in place to determine who handles the bills? Who does the laundry? Who puts the kids to bed? Do you just wing it and hope for the best? Books have been written on how to overcome sticking points. You can use these same processes in all areas of your life. If you’re capable of mastering these steps in one aspect of your life, you have the skills to carry it over to other things. It’s really not that hard if you set your ego aside and examine your weaknesses honestly. We all have them, and we always will. When you fix one weakness, another will emerge. This is how we grow. The happiest and most successful people are the ones who probe for weaknesses, discover what they are, and then come up with ways to overcome them. Weaknesses are clues to how we can become better. They should be embraced and celebrated, not rationalized and blamed on others. Excuses may temporarily get the monkey off your back, but you need to remember that the root causes of your problems still exist, and they always will until they’re overcome.

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Rumors “Rumor travels faster, but it don’t stay put as long as truth.” —Will Rogers (1879–1935) “Politics Getting Ready to Jell,” The Illiterate Digest, 1924 “Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.” —The Buddha

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”A groundless rumor often covers a lot of ground.” —Anonymous ”A rumor is one thing that gets thicker instead of thinner as it is spread.” —Richard Armour “A rumor without a leg to stand on will get around some other way.” —John Tudor

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1. a currently circulating story or report of uncertain or doubtful truth:

They were investigating rumors of a massacre. | Rumor has it that he will take a year off. —verb (be rumored)

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Who Cares? Who cares what other people think? If you stick to what you believe and you stay true to your vision, why would it matter what anyone says about you, your lifting, your business, your school, your team, or anything else? If you find yourself caring what other people think, you may not be staying true to your vision. Instead, it’s possible that you need the reassurance and respect of others to get what you really need. I’ll put this into perspective. Let’s say your goal is to have the best business in the world in your field. For the purposes of this discussion, it doesn’t matter what field we’re talking about here. As you’re building your business, you start hearing rumors. Some of these rumors are positive and truthful, but others are somewhat negative. Some of these are outright lies and personal attacks. Now, most people I know will get all pissed off about this and think about retaliation: “How dare someone say I suck? How dare they say my business sucks? What gives them the right?” 91

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You spend the rest of the day with these rumors floating around in your head. You even lose sleep over them because your mind is occupied with planning and strategizing your attack. You figure you can call them, send them an email, see them in person, or post something on an internet forum. You may even consider pulling someone else into the fray, telling a friend something that will find its way back to the source. Two days later, you start to cool off. Maybe you retaliated. Maybe you didn’t. Either way, things are back to normal, and you’re finally concentrating on your own life again.

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Choices You have a choice. You can either choose to follow your own path, or you can choose to follow someone else’s path. Other people can’t control how we feel. We get to decide that for ourselves. We decide what our own reactions are going to be for any given stimulus. We decide how to react. You can either blow things off or let them get to you, but nobody has this power but you. When you start to get stressed out, remember that you’re doing it to yourself. When I get upset about various things—those damned Yodas, for example—I try to take them out in the gym. Sometimes I get all fired up about stories I hear regarding the hypocrisy practiced by certain highly regarded coaches and trainers because I’m a big believer in living what you preach. If you’re going to tell someone how to get a big bench, you’d better have a big bench yourself. If you’re going to tell someone how they can develop 21-inch arms, you’d better have some jacked-up guns yourself. Don’t write programs until you’ve used them successfully in your own training. When I hear things to the contrary, it just kills me. On one occasion, I called a friend and started ranting. After a few minutes of listening, he asked me if I felt better. “Hell no,” I replied. “I don’t feel better.” I went on for another five minutes, and he asked me again if I felt better. And then it hit me. He couldn’t have cared less about the whole deal. He had things to do other than listen to me bitch about something that wasn’t going to make any difference in his life. I thought about this, and I was sorry that I had distracted him.

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Do you see how this works? Do you see how it can spin out of control? One person does something stupid to set someone off and then the other person gets worked up, causing stress and frustration for everyone. What did I do wrong in this situation? I called someone else and made things worse. Things will always stop at some point, usually when someone quits caring because they have more important things to do. I had the chance to make this decision for myself. I could have moved on, but I chose to let it affect me and I paid a price for it in frustration and stress.

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Forums can offer this same sort of resource, but they often don’t because too many people get too bent out of shape over how others feel. Most people would rather gossip than discuss training. I stopped reading most of these forums years ago, but I know that many of the strongest lifters and best coaches in the world have regularly posted on forums. I would always ask them if they were ever asked any training questions. Their answers surprised me. They told me they were never asked questions about training. Instead, everyone wanted to know what they thought about something someone else did or their opinion about some powerlifting federation. This is why these quality coaches and lifters leave these sites and never post again. They have better things to do. When I ask them whether they would have answered training questions if asked, they invariably say yes. How does this happen? It’s simple. Most people aren’t willing to view a situation from any angle other than their own. They see a posting on the internet that they may or may not agree with, and they’re compelled to create their own post as a result. It devolves into a catfight, but there’s no real debate happening. Neither poster has any idea where the other is coming from. The rest of us look on in bemused amazement. It’s like a bad reality TV show. I’m not telling you to stop visiting internet forums. They can still be great resources if you have the time. My purpose is to get you to open your eyes so you can see these forums for what they really are. If you get all fired up about something you’ve read in a forum, you’re only making life better for the people who post there. Everyone has a unique way of seeing the world. If we all understood this about each other, we’d all be much happier. Because these mis95

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understandings have been happening since the dawn of time, however, this will likely never happen. All we can really do is decide how things will affect us personally.

Will It Make a Difference? I used to have a manager who was great at turning situations around in record time. Working with him was a huge learning experience. He was a phenomenal listener. If I bitched to him about a subordinate staff member, he heard me out, asked some probing questions, and did his best to understand the entire situation. He would then repeat the story back to me in his own words and then ask me if he had said everything right. I either confirmed this for him or filled in whatever gaps he’d missed. If I had to fill in the gaps, he’d repeat the process, telling me the entire story again and asking if he’d missed anything. Every time we did this, he’d ask me the same question: “What are you going to do about it?” I was responsible for fixing the problem. Often, I didn’t want to fix anything at all, so he’d ask me another question: “Why are you so upset about it?” He taught me that I was accountable for fixing my own problems. If I didn’t want to be part of the solution, I needed to shut up and live with it. We all get fired up from time to time. I know for damn sure that I will. It’s just a matter of remembering where we’re going and understanding whether this behavior will really help us get there or not.

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Perseverance “Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan “Press On” has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.” —Calvin Coolidge “What do you first do when you learn to swim? You make mistakes, do you not? And what happens? You make other mistakes, and when you have made all the mistakes you possibly can without drowning—and some of them many times over—what do you find? That you can swim? Well, life is just the same as learning to swim! Do not be afraid of making mistakes for there is no other way of learning how to live!” —Alfred Adler

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“The most essential factor is persistence—the determination never to allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement that must inevitably come.” —James Whitcomb Riley

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Never Give Up Years ago in Illinois, a young man with six months schooling to his credit ran for an office in the legislature. As might have been expected, he was beaten. Next, he entered business but failed in that, too, and spent the next seventeen years paying the debts of his worthless partner. He fell in love with a charming lady and became engaged—and she died. He had a nervous breakdown. He ran for Congress and was defeated. He then tried to obtain an appointment to the U.S. Land Office but didn’t succeed. He became a candidate for the vice presidency and lost. Two years later, he was defeated in his run for senator. He ran for office once more and was elected. That man was Abraham Lincoln. It took Winston Churchill three years to get through the eighth grade because he couldn’t pass English of all things! Ironically, he was asked many years later to give the commencement address at Oxford University. His now famous speech consisted of only three words: “Never give up!”

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ried to a handsome young lad. The young couple led a happy life, except for one problem—the new husband spent all of his time dreaming of a way to turn dirt into gold. In those days, people who did this were known as alchemists. Soon enough, he ran through all of his inheritance, and the young wife had to struggle to buy food each day. Desperate, she begged her husband to find a job. “But I am on the verge of a breakthrough!” he insisted. “When I succeed in turning dirt into gold, we’ll be rich beyond our wildest dreams!” Finally, the young wife went to her father about the problem. He was surprised to learn that his son-in-law was an alchemist, but he promised to help his daughter, and he asked to see the young man the next day. The young man arrived reluctantly, expecting a scolding. To his surprise, his father-in-law confided in him, “When I was young, I, too, was an alchemist!” The father-in-law asked about the young man’s work, and the two of them spent the whole afternoon in animated conversation. Finally, the old man cried, “Why, you have done everything I did when I was your age! You are surely on the verge of a breakthrough. But you need one more ingredient in order to change dirt into gold, and I have only recently discovered this secret.” The old man paused. “I am too old to undertake the task,” he confessed. “It requires too much work.” “I can do it, dear father!” cried the young man. “Hmm, perhaps you can,” said the old man. He leaned over and whispered, “The secret ingredient is a silver powder that grows on the 100

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“I have the magic powder!” he cried with excitement. “Wonderful!” rejoiced the old man. “Now I can show you how to turn dirt into gold! But first you must bring your wife here. We need her presence.” The young man was puzzled but obeyed. When his wife appeared, the old man asked his daughter, “While your husband was collecting the banana powder, what did you do with the bananas?” “Why I sold them,” the daughter said, “and that’s how we’ve earned a living.” “Did you save any money?” asked the father. “Yes,” she replied. “May I see it?” asked the old man. So his daughter hurried home and returned with several bags. The old man opened them, saw that they were full of gold, and poured the coins on the floor. Then he took a handful of dirt and put it next to the gold. “You see,” he said, turning to his son-in-law, “you have changed dirt into gold!”

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defeat them. It could have come from my upbringing, my friends, my neighbors, my teachers, my coaches, or from countless other mentors. Is this attribute a function of nurture or nature? These abilities are developed through contact with all of these sources plus many, many more. It’s my time in the weight room, however, that developed my desire and my ability to persevere. I have countless stories about trials, injuries, and sticking points that I had to overcome, but the one that comes to mind most of all is my first pectoral tear. In 1991, I tore my pectoral tendon from the bone and needed to have it reattached. It was a clean tear, and surgery was my only option. After the procedure, the doctor told me my tear was the worst he’d ever seen and that all of my tendons were frayed. This particular doctor had been performing this same surgery for years. He said it looked very bad and that it would only be a matter of time before the tendons in the area tore as well. He told me to quit powerlifting and stay away from any heavy training for at least a year in order to let the tendons heal. He also said I’d never bench over 400 lbs again because my tendons wouldn’t hold the weight. I had incurred the injury with a miss at 540 lbs, so I was definitely not happy with his recommendations. I spent the next day in the hospital depressed, angry, and lost. I had no idea what I would do. Then something hit me. If I wasn’t strong enough to bench the bar when the cast came off but eventually did it, I’d have gotten stronger. If benching the bar turned into benching 135 lbs, then I was stronger. Only my mind knew how much weight I had on the bar. My muscles didn’t. That, I figured, was why the doctor had told me I wouldn’t be 103

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able to bench 400 lbs again. What he didn’t understand, however, was that I thought I was going to get 600 lbs, not the 500 lbs I already had in the books. By my math, he was wrong by 100 lbs. I knew I had to try to get back to where I was. At the time, very few athletes had come back to the levels they’d attained after a pectoral tear. I wanted to be the one who did it. I wouldn’t get any kind of an award for doing it, but it became my driving force and my goal.

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was at a decent starting point to begin training for a meet, so I looked for one to enter. In the very next workout after having these thoughts, I was doing close grip floor presses. My strength levels were good as I worked up. My all-time best in this exercise was 450 lbs, and my best since having surgery was 325 lbs. On this day, I hit 325 lbs for three reps and then decided to jump to 365 lbs to see how it felt. It went up nicely without any problems, so I tried 385 lbs. On the way down with this weight, my pectoral popped again. “Maybe the doctor was right,” I thought. “Maybe my tendons can’t handle this.” If this was going to be the case, I’d have to make my shoulders and arms stronger so their muscles would take more of the load off my tendons. I did more arm work and added an extra workout day for shoulder movements. Six weeks later, I nailed 455 lbs on the floor press. I knew I was ready for a meet.

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For six months, I trained for my next meet, the date of which was just over fourteen months from my surgery. I popped my pectoral a few times in training, but I managed to work around it and compete. I went on to post a PR total and an easy 585-lb bench press.

The Fear This probably sounds like a heartwarming story, and I’m sure it will motivate and give hope to many lifters. The road to doing this was far from easy though. I suffered many recurring injuries. I had to sit and listen to all the critics who told me competing wasn’t a good idea. I wanted to stop at times, but before I did, I always asked myself why. I did many workouts I didn’t want to do. There were countless drives to the gym where I thought about how easy it would be to just turn around and go home. There were countless warm-ups where I felt like crap, and I thought my pectoral was about to blow, but I kept going even when I wanted to stop. There were many, many days of ice packs and many nights of questioning whether I’d ever bench a PR again. There was also fear. The fear was so bad at times that I didn’t know how to deal with it. I’d unrack the weight and feel my pec begin to “knot up.” I’d lower the weight anyway, but I was always afraid to jam the bar hard off my chest, thinking the action of reversing it would be the thing that would tear my pec for good. One day, during a max effort reverse band press workout, I tried an experiment. I decided to do the opposite of what I’d always done. Instead of getting myself psyched up, I tried to psyche myself out. I visualized and focused on what it would look and feel like to tear my 106

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pec during the lift. I saw the bar smashing my face as my pec tendon blew off. I pictured blood all over the floor, and I envisioned my powerlifting days coming to an end. I scared the absolute crap out of myself and then went to the bar to bench. “I have to get this bar off me as fast as I can,” I thought as the bar went down. As soon as it hit my chest, it rocketed back up in half a second. I set a 60-lb PR that day, and I discovered how to turn a weakness into a strength. Without consistently being there in that position, I never would have figured this out. If I’d done what I wanted to do and turned around on any of those drives to the gym, I would have missed the lesson. I would never have known if I’d make it back or not.

Pursuit I’ve had many trials in my training, business, and personal life over the years. These have required persistence, which is hard for me because I don’t have much patience. I want answers now, not later. I want the marketing in my business to work now. I don’t want to wait for it to evolve. I want the revenues now, and I don’t want to have to wait 60 days to see them. These things stress me out more than they stress out most people. When I find myself in these situations, however, I look back on that 585-lb bench press and what it took to do it. I think about what I learned in the process. When you rush things in life, you miss other things. You make mistakes, and you lose. In business, it’s better to be right than to be first. In training, it’s better to be at your strongest on the day of the meet as opposed to peaking 107

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six weeks out. Things take time to grow. It takes consistent pursuit even when you don’t want to do anything. It takes will when you want to quit. It takes desire when you’re tired. It takes persistence when you feel you’ve done enough. It also takes faith in the work you’re doing to know everything will work out in the end. It also takes faith to realize you can still learn something of great value even if things don’t work out. The prize is always there if you’re willing to pay the price. But keep in mind—very few people are. Are you willing to pay the price?

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Balance “The more balanced our lives, the more serene we feel.” —Ann Smith “There’s no secret to balance. You just have to feel the waves.” —Frank Herbert “You were intended not only to work but to rest, laugh, play, and have proper leisure and enjoyment. To develop an all-around personality, you must have interests outside of your regular vocation that will serve to balance your business responsibilities.” —Grenville Kleiser

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4. a state of bodily equilibrium: He lost his balance and fell down the

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Big Weights In powerlifting, the objective is to lift the heaviest weight you can in the squat, the bench press, and the deadlift. These lifts differ in the required technique involved, but each one is possessing of one similar truth—you must have perfect technique and balance if you ever expect to achieve higher levels of success. Your training must be well thought out and balanced in order to keep all three lifts moving in the right direction. It also must be balanced with proper recovery to allow for growth and increased strength.

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the bar than to the other. This is never expected by the lifter, and it’s obviously not noticed by the people loading the bar. Even when you repeatedly check the weights, this will still happen on occasion. When the bar is mis-loaded, the weight is unbalanced, rendering the lifter unable to properly perform the lift. There’s simply too much weight on one side relative to the other. Since mis-loads aren’t the fault of the lifter, he’s usually given a few minutes to regroup and then he’s given another shot. When you get a mis-load in life, however, you’re usually not given a second shot. You can get as pissed off as you want, but you’ll eventually have to deal with the consequences because, in most cases, the mis-load was your fault. There’s nobody to blame but yourself.

Blast and Dust Let’s go back to the blast and dust model I talked about in the introduction to this book. On one end of the scale, you have dust and, on the other, there’s blast.

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We all have to work to make a living. We have to pay our bills, run our errands, and go to the store. But in the end, all this is just the crap that gets in the way of what we’re really living for—the blast. The “blast” is where you feel alive. It’s where you feel worthy, significant, and on top of the world. This is where you gain self-respect. It’s where you get respect from your peers and where you receive compliments, and it makes you feel like you’re an amazing human being. This is where you feel centered. It’s where you feel best about yourself. I know this better than anyone because I’ve lived the blast and dust model my entire life and reaped its benefits. I’ve built a physique and developed strength that many would kill to have. I’ve built a successful business, I live in a nice house, I drive a nice car, I have a beautiful wife and two kids, and I have money in the bank. I’m living the American dream. This model has worked for me. Through using it, I’ve been able to get everything I’ve always wanted. I’ve had some very hard times. This is dust. I’ve also had some great times filled with great successes. This is blast. From the outside looking in, it may seem like I’m on top of the world. I look like I’m successful. I look like I have everything together. I appear to be centered, lucky, and hard-working. You might see me and think I’m the happiest man alive. And you would be wrong.

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help my business grow? What did I need to do to get myself bigger or stronger? The cost of things didn’t matter. I was willing to pay whatever the price was as long as it didn’t go against my values. This sounds noble, but it also leaves a hell of a lot of room to play. If you asked an acquaintance what they thought about my first book, Under the Bar, they’d say it looked like I had it together. If you asked the people closest to me, they’d tell you Under the Bar was a nice blueprint for how I should have been living. Someone actually told me I was a hypocrite. Values and standards are what we shoot for. They’re what we try to uphold, and they’re what we try to be. We can’t possibly live up to them all the time, no matter how hard we try. With acquaintances, competitors, and distant friends who didn’t see me every day, my values and standards were easy to uphold. With the people closest to me, however, this wasn’t the case at all. I was extremely self-centered. There’s a huge chasm between being balanced and being self-centered. I don’t care what anyone says—nobody gets anything on their own. What you achieve in life takes more than just your own work. There were other people along the way who taught you things and gave you both positive and negative motivation. There were friends, spouses, family members, and others who made some level of sacrifice on your behalf to help you become what you are. Some of us take these sacrifices for granted. They figure people owe it to them for one reason or another. Maybe we feel we’ve given back enough because we’re bringing home a paycheck, putting food on the table, or calling home once every couple of months. 114

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Mistakes Here are some examples of mistakes I’ve made in the past. See if any of them hit home with you. You may not be a lifter, but I think the concepts and mistakes I’m talking about are universal. Maybe they won’t hit home with you because they didn’t hit home for me at first. However, try to look at these from another perspective—the other person’s. •

A girlfriend asked me to go for a walk with her. It was a great night out, and she wanted to spend some time together. I told her I couldn’t do it because I didn’t want to screw up my squat workout the next day.

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When my wife would tell me she was unhappy, my idea of a solution was to build a bigger business, buy her a better car, or give her more freedom to work the hours she wanted.

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When I took my wife to meet my family, I left her in the front room with my parents while I went and searched the internet.

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I didn’t take care of my kids when my wife was sick, and she didn’t know why.

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I’d stand by and watch while my wife or my staff performed heavy manual labor. I never offered to help because it might screw up my next workout. I would do this despite the fact that I squatted over 900 lbs and carried over 250 lbs of lean body mass.

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I never went to the park, the zoo, or other fun places because I as either too sore or had a major training session the next day.

This list makes me sick. It makes me understand that I wasn’t the person I thought I was, and I certainly wasn’t the person I wanted to be. You may see some of these things as unimportant and not mattering very much, but that’s wrong. In reality, they’re big things if the other person gets hurt. Imagine that your new girlfriend takes you to a very large, family reunion. When you get there, she takes off to spend time with relatives whom she hasn’t seen in a while, and you’re left alone with no idea where she went. You spend the next six hours feeling very uncomfortable and out of place. Think about this for a minute, and take in how you’d really feel. What if you told your wife or girlfriend that she had to find some friends if she wanted quality time? How would you feel if she took your advice and found a new boyfriend or filed for divorce? What if someone you respected and cared about said that you were worthless? 117

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You may not be coming out and saying this to someone you care about, but your actions could certainly be showing it. What if you were having a great day, and you were about to attempt a new max on the bench, but everyone you asked for a spot turned you down because they were afraid to screw up their next set? How do you feel when your boss blows right by your desk or workspace and doesn’t even look your way? What if your wife or girlfriend wants quality time with you? She wants you to hold her hand, hug her, and tell her that you love her. But you blow her off figuring you’ve taken care of everything by working your ass off and bringing home a check. What if every time you wanted to have sex, she handed you a $20 bill and told you to go to bed?

Balance Now that we know what it means to be self-centered, let’s put some thought into balance. You can’t lift a mis-loaded barbell. What do we have to do to make sure it’s set up properly? First, the load needs to be balanced. Look at the blast and dust scale again but as a bell curve this time:

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There’s room for blast and dust in everyone’s life. We all need times of achievement, and we all need times of depression and pain. That’s life, and it’s what differentiates us from other species. However, balance—true balance—is found in the middle. Let’s take this one step further and turn our bell curve into a barbell:

Instead of a straight line, we have loads on either side representing blast and dust. These are life’s high and low points. They’ll carry more weight because their pain is so great and their joy is at its highest level. You can’t lift one side at a time and expect the bar to go up. When you do that—when you lift at just one end—all you’re doing is shifting more of the load to the other side. To lift the weight, force must be applied to the middle of the bar. Anyone who has ever lifted weights knows this. Your body has to have a solid base and a strong core, and the place where the barbell rests needs to be balanced. With whatever lift you’re trying to perform, you have to have one hand on each side of the barbell. What falls right in the middle? Your head. This illustration will show you where balance is centered. It also demonstrates what the most important aspects are in everything we do. If your head—your mind, your thoughts, your life—is not in balance, the amount you can lift in life will always be limited. 119

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Your body doesn’t know the difference between physical stress and psychological stress. We’re not God. We’re no better than anyone else, and we didn’t get to where we are on our own. People have helped push, guide, and support us in getting to where we are now. If you don’t think this is true, look again. If you’re unbalanced, you may be able to slide by for many years. You may even be able to do it for a lifetime. However, take if from someone who knows. It will catch up to you, and someday you’ll have to discover your real priorities. Take a good look in the mirror and think about what you see. Are you really the person you think you are? Would others agree with you? Are you willing to develop the strength to be the person you want to be?

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Experience “The difference between school and life? In school, you’re taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you’re given a test that teaches you a lesson.” —Tom Bodett “If you will call your troubles experiences and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.” —John Heywood “Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.” —Paulo Coelho “Experience is one thing you can’t get for nothing.” —Oscar Wilde

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state—roll his eyes at a “book smart” woman who was giving him the science on why what he was doing wasn’t the best way. I’ve seen this in the weight room in regards to programming. Across the world, there are lifting clubs that produce very strong lifters, some in great numbers. These clubs have been criticized for poor programming, and it’s been said repeatedly that their environments are why they get the results they do. I disagree with this in some cases, but I agree with it in others. Sometimes, the people with the best programming skills aren’t producing the strongest lifters. The answer here is not on one side or the other but somewhere in the middle. The best athlete isn’t the one who has all the answers. The smartest athlete doesn’t always know how to implement his knowledge. The best in the world usually fall somewhere in the middle of the two extremes.

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This same concept applies to just about everything else. The greatest are great, but sometimes they don’t learn much along the way. People who’ve had things come easily to them have never really had to learn about how to apply themselves. They’ve never had to work around issues to get what they want. The ability to think is driven by education coupled with experience.

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Bob told Mike some things he’ll never forget. He said he’d rather train with a guy who’d gone from 15-inch arms to 17-inch arms than a guy whose arms had reached 22-inches and stayed there. He said he’d rather train with a guy whose bench had gone from 300 lbs to 350 lbs in six months than a guy who benched 500 lbs but was doing 495 lbs two years ago. Bob said the best training partner he’d ever had was a guy who’d competed in the NPC Nationals eleven years in a row. On his eleventh try, the guy placed fifth and received his first national trophy. According to Bob, this one fifth place award proved that the guy had put in more hard work, blood, sweat, and grit than anyone Bob had ever trained with. Training with this guy motivated Bob more than training with other professional bodybuilders. He said he got stronger and dieted harder because his partner kept making progress and wouldn’t give up. The guy even unscrewed one of the little plastic guys from the bottom of his trophy, giving it to Bob because Bob hadn’t “given up on him.” This little plastic piece meant more to Bob than anything else he’d ever won. In 2007, I held a seminar at Total Performance Sports in Boston, Massachusetts. I brought Jim Wendler, Matt Kroczaleski, and Marc Bartley with me to speak. At the time, I was dieting down to around 245 lbs, and I was at about six percent body fat. My goal was to diet for a few more weeks to see if I could get my body fat down to less than five percent. Marc, the 2004, 2005, and 2006 WPO Arnold Classic Powerlifting Finals runner-up, is a heavier powerlifter. He’d been making fun of me 126

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Marc Bartley Marc asked me how I’d done what I’d done and how I continued to do it. He wasn’t asking for details, but he wanted to know why and how. Where, he asked, did the discipline come from? I told Marc he could do the same thing. I told him it would be easy for him. My own reasons for dieting involved challenging myself and improving my training. I knew doing the same would be easy for Marc, but I didn’t know how soon it would be before he’d prove me right. A few weeks later, on August 19, 2007, Marc was competing in a meet in the 308-lb weight class. He was coming off a tough year of training, having dealt with a triceps surgery, a torn hamstring, and several other minor pulls and strains. Despite all this, he’d found a way to pull everything together and make it to this meet for his assault on a 1200lb squat. Marc’s career best squat was 1124 lbs, which was accomplished in a lighter weight class. So, 1200 lbs was well within the realm of possibility for him. He was called for depth on his first attempt, but he’d stood up easily with the weight. I remember seeing everyone else squat and wondering why I hadn’t seen Marc yet. I asked him what weight he’d jumped to, and he responded by winking at me. I knew he’d gone straight to 1200 lbs. Soon after, Marc was called to the platform. He took the weight out of the rack and began his descent. On his way down, he tore his quad127

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riceps muscle. I have this on video, and it’s one of the worst injuries I’ve ever seen. I went to the back room where they were cutting his suit off. He looked at me before being taken to the hospital and asked, “How long will this one take?” I knew this wasn’t a good sign. This story isn’t about Marc’s squat, his injury, or his comeback. I’ll save those for another time and place. This is about Marc deciding to drop weight and get back in shape while he was going through his rehabilitation. I don’t know exactly what his body fat percentage was, but I’m pretty sure it was over thirty percent. He weighed over 300 lbs at the time. His goal was to diet down, get healthy, and then figure out what weight class to compete in when he came back to powerlifting. When he emailed me about my diet, he never asked what I thought. He simply told me what he wanted to do and then asked me what the best approach to doing it would be. I told Marc what I’d learned, and I told him what he could expect. He then started working with nutritionist Shelby Starnes, and the weight started to come off. Eleven months later, Marc’s training and diet had dramatically changed his physique, but that’s not what this story is about.

The Call Marc was eleven months into the diet, and he’d worked his way down to around seven percent body fat. He wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down either. He was doing three hours of cardio per day, dieting, and running three businesses. He was completely locked in on what he was doing, which is why I knew he’d be capable of doing what he’d set out to do. This competitive mindset he has—this ability to “lock in” —is both a blessing and a curse.

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He was so “locked in” to the experience of everything that he was bound and determined to take it all the way. That’s what this story is about. When you have a mindset to “lock in,” you’ve found a place that ninety percent of the world will never see. This is what you need to be a great athlete, coach, father, husband, wife, or business owner. Anyone can take things to the point just before “locking in” and then walk away. People like Marc get to that point, lock things in, and then say, “Give me all you’ve got.” I spoke to Marc’s wife and told her how his mind works. I told her we needed to find a way for Marc to set an end date. With powerlifting, the end date is always the meet. In Marc’s case this time around, there wasn’t any date set, and he was ready to simply keep on rolling. He had, however, mentioned doing a bodybuilding show, which prompted the call from his wife. She wasn’t happy about this because she’s not a fan of bodybuilding. I reminded her that Marc was in “locked in” mode, and that doing a bodybuilding show would give him an end date. I told her she had to let things play out. She ended up giving Marc the support he needed, and he placed second in the 2008 South Carolina Excalibur show in the light heavyweight class. He weighed 194 lbs. Marc lost well over 100 lbs during this process, and that’s part of what he took away from it. He now knows what it feels, tastes, and looks like to drop 100 lbs and take second in a bodybuilding show. He also knows what it feels, tastes, and looks like to squat 1150 lbs. How may people do you know who have this kind of experience?

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The Takeaway Marc did all of this while running and growing three businesses. He also managed to maintain a healthy relationship with his girlfriend, who agreed to become his wife two weeks after the show. Marc has an intense desire to experience what he’s trying to learn. He’d originally wanted to learn how to get stronger, and he took that drive to the platform in his powerlifting career. This drive to experience his education is what separates Marc from the rest. After his show, I asked Marc what the most important thing he’d taken from the experience was. He told me he’d learned more about himself than at any other time in his life. Education can teach us “how,” but experience tells us “why.” When you put this together with “who,” the only other factor involved is “when.” If you’re a powerlifter who wants to drop weight, who has more credibility? Jenny Craig or Marc Bartley?

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Resourceful “Seek not my soul, the life of the immortals; but enjoy to the full the resources that are within thy reach.” —Pindar “Most people live, whether physically, intellectually, or morally, in a very restricted circle of their potential being. They make use of a very small portion of their possible consciousness and of their soul’s resources in general, much like a man who, out of his whole bodily organism, should get into a habit of using and moving only his little finger. Great emergencies and crises show us how much greater our vital resources are than we had supposed.” —William James

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Jason Pegg Jason Pegg had no idea what life had in store for him when he enlisted in the United States Army in Muncie, Indiana, in 2001. He’d been making money as a corrections officer, bartender, and bouncer, but he wanted to pursue a different career path. After September 11, 2001, Jason wanted to do his part for his country, and he knew that joining the army would help him pay for college. So, at the age of 21, he signed up. Jason served in the 82nd Airborne Division at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, earning the rank of sergeant. He was deployed three times into Afghanistan and Iraq, seeing combat for a period totaling 24 months.

A Bad Day Memorial Day of 2005 turned out to be an unlucky one for Jason. He’d been part of a security outfit assigned to protect a medical/civilian assistance program team that was bringing health care to a small village in eastern Afghanistan. After administering to almost eight hundred people in two days, the group was heading to another town when Jason’s vehicle was hit by an IED—a roadside bomb—detonated by insurgents who’d been hiding in nearby weeds. The explosion was powerful. Warheads from two, 107-mm rockets were rigged to detonate 22 lbs of explosives and shrapnel over a wide radius.

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The pressure from the blast and the flying shrapnel tore off part of Jason’s left elbow and fractured all three bones in his arm. The blast hadn’t killed anyone, but the injuries it caused were severe. Another soldier suffered brain injuries, and a third soldier lost an eye. A Black Hawk Medevac helicopter took the injured soldiers to a field station for immediate medical treatment and stabilization. They were then taken to a base in Kandahar. Jason lost so much blood that he needed three transfusions to keep him alive. That night, a transport took him to Landstuhl, Germany, for four days of trauma treatment. He was then brought to Walter Reed National Army Medical Center in Washington, DC.

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ous sport in favor of something less demanding, but this wasn’t what Jason had in mind. He was extremely realistic about his situation, but he was also resourceful enough to consider what he could and couldn’t do. He had his own ideas about what was worth striving to achieve and where he wanted to concentrate his energies. Like most wounded soldiers, Jason’s goal, at first, was to recover one hundred percent of his previous abilities. As time passed though, he understood that this wasn’t an option. Instead of sitting around feeling sorry for himself, he began to consider what he might be able to accomplish. He wasn’t an amputee like so many others at Walter Reed. Many of these amputee soldiers were as cheerful and upbeat as they could be, and they’d even do tricks in their wheelchairs. Jason realized he was lucky to be alive and that there were many soldiers who were a lot worse off than he was. These sobering thoughts put him back on the road to recovery. They made him eager to challenge himself to see what he could do. He knew that many of his present difficulties would improve as he healed and that physical activity would enhance his overall well-being. At age 27, the Army rated Jason at fifty percent disabled, retiring him from the military. His new goals were twofold—to continue weight training and support his family comfortably.

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When he first went back in the weight room, Jason couldn’t squat 315 lbs with the safety squat bar, and he didn’t have the mobility to use a regular bar. Yet, with his one good arm and his laser-like focus, he put everything he had into attaining the biggest squat possible. Of course, there were plenty of people who told him all the reasons why he shouldn’t or couldn’t pursue these goals, but Jason ignored them all. His arm was still weak, and he couldn’t really do any upper body exercises. He wasn’t able to press anything, and his arm still caused significant problems with his lifts. He was determined, however, to be competitive in the other two events. Jason’s lifting goals are significant. He wants to squat 100 lbs and deadlift 700 lbs in competition. He’s already accomplished both in the gym. He trains in the evenings three days a week and sometimes on Saturdays.

Where There’s a Will Jason works as a factory representative selling construction equipment to rental agencies. His territory ranges all the way down to southern Indiana. He and Dannielle have since had another son, Corban, who as of this writing is ten months old. He tries to surround himself with positive thinking people like his weightlifting buddies. He says his wife refuses to let him slack off, frequently reminding him that the world isn’t going to feel sorry for him and that he’d better learn to do things for himself.

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Jason refused to sit on the sidelines. He’s a man of action, and like all men of action, he figured out a way to meet his situation head on, not allowing something like losing the use of his arm stand in his way.

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Pain “Evil being the root of mystery, pain is the root of knowledge.” —Simone Weil, 1910–1943 French philosopher, mystic “The violence and obscenity are left unadulterated, as manifestation of the mystery and pain which ever accompanies the act of creation.” —Anais Nin, 1914–1977 French-born American novelist, dancer “There are two big forces at work, external and internal. We have very little control over external forces such as tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, disasters, illness, and pain. What really matters is the internal force. How do I respond to those disasters? Over that I have complete control.” —Leo Buscaglia American expert on love, lecturer, author

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“Nothing begins and nothing ends that is not paid with moan; for we are born in others pain and perish in our own.” —Francis Thompson, 1859–1907 British poet

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mal an annoying or tedious person or thing: She’s a pain.

Personal note: I wrote the following during one of the lowest points in my life. People have suggested leaving this material out of the book, but I think we learn the most about life from our failures. Against the wishes of many of my advisors, I’m keeping this chapter in.

Journal Entry The last few days have been pure hell on me, and the storm keeps brewing. My greatest fear in life has arrived, and I had no idea it was coming. I have no idea what to do. I suppose the best way to write about this is to leave out the cause and look at the effect. Writing that the last few days have been “hell” is an understatement. I’m in the worst hell I’ve ever known, and I don’t know what to do or where to turn. The pain runs so deep, and the depression is so fierce. I’m wracked with guilt, worry, loneliness, emptiness, sorrow, and remorse. My head won’t stop pounding, and my nerves are in a state that I’ve never known before. I’m not sure what’s happening beyond this mental pain that simply won’t stop.

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A few hours ago, my arms began to go numb and my upper back was in knots. Spasms ran up the back of my neck, making my head feel like it was in a vise. My entire world is closing in on me. All of my dreams are gone. My purpose is gone. My reason to live… All I remember is that something wasn’t right. I got in my car and drove to the hospital. On the way there, I was unable to see and think through the tears caused by my physical and mental pain. The drive seemed to take a lifetime, and I found myself in the emergency room parking lot with no idea what was going on. The mental strain I was under was enormous, and the guilt I felt was beyond my comprehension. I tried to get out of the car, but I couldn’t move my legs because the feeling of pins and needles ran from my toes up to my knees. I was filled with pain, worthlessness, and emptiness. I had no self-esteem whatsoever at that moment, and I hated the person I saw looking back at me in the rearview mirror. I pulled out my phone, thinking I’d call the emergency room to come out and get me. I wondered if there was someone else I could call. After going through my list of contacts, I realized there was nobody I could call if I needed help. I have people in my life, but I had no idea who I could call in worst case scenarios like this one. Nobody in my life, or so I thought, cared, and it was my actions that had caused this. The pain in my upper back grew so intense that it forced me to pull my head up to seek relief. As I looked up, I saw the same familiar clouds I used to spend hours staring at as a kid, and I started wondering what death would be like. Would I be alone? Would I be in heaven or hell? Would the pain go away? Would I be free of the constant pressure in my head? Would 142

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I be free of this? Would I be free from that? Would I be able to leave my past behind me and find true happiness? Could I be the person I wanted to be? If I died, would I even be a person? What was there? Whatever was there simply had to be better than what I was living for the past few days. I decided not to go into the hospital, hoping I would die in the parking lot and finally be free. I was okay with this, and I sat in my car for two hours waiting to die. After that, I figured this wasn’t going to happen easily, just as nothing else in my life has ever happened easily. I was going to have to find a way to do this on my own. I spent the next few hours on the internet trying to find the best way to be “free.” I found many options, but all of them had survival rates that I wasn’t happy with. Knowing myself, I knew it wouldn’t work according to plan. Nothing ever does. I could try to smash my car into a tree, but I’d survive. I could try to overdose or gas myself, but I’d end up living the rest of my life brain dead. I could try to hang myself, but the noose would break. I came to the conclusion that my best option was to blow my head off. So I went to WalMart to see if I could buy something to do the job. I knew I wouldn’t be able to buy a gun, and I didn’t have time to borrow one, but I figured there had to be something I could find. I sat in the parking lot too depressed to even go into the store. It hit me that I was totally messed up at this point, and I drove back to the hospital. I sat in the parking lot for another hour, but I was afraid to go in. What would I tell them? I wanted to die, but I sucked so bad at it that I couldn’t do it myself. 143

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I made a call to a friend of mine and asked him how you know when you’d hit rock bottom. I explained my situation, and he told me I wasn’t even close to rock bottom yet. Things would get worse! “It’ll get worse?” I asked in astonishment. “I already want to die!” “You haven’t done it yet, have you?” he replied. “Then you’re not at your all-time low. If you were at rock bottom, you’d be dead. The question is, why aren’t you dead yet?” “I don’t know.” “I do,” he said. “It’s because you want to survive. So do it. You have time to figure out how to live. Just turn the car on and drive away, taking one minute at a time.” I knew from talking to him that I didn’t want to die, but I didn’t know who I was anymore. I’m not sure I ever knew who I really was in the first place. All I knew at the time was the pain, and it wasn’t stopping. I knew I didn’t want to die, but I had to figure out the rest for myself. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I wanted to survive and I knew that as long as I kept taking one breath at a time, I wouldn’t die. One breath turned into one minute. A minute turned into an hour and then an hour turned into a week. Did I really hit rock bottom? Who can answer this for anyone? All I know is that I thought dying was an acceptable option, and I found comfort in that. I’d never been that low before, and I’d never experienced so much pain in my life. Sitting in that parking lot, I was the same boy from my past wondering what life would be like outside of myself. I wondered what life would be like if I could be free of who I 144

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If I’m not writing this to scare you or impress you. I’m not writing it to make you feel sorry for the kid with no friends who grew into an adult who hid his true self. I’m telling you this to impress upon you that we all have hard times. We’ll all have some very hard times, filled with obstacles, adversity, and pain. The cause of the pain is irrelevant. It’s our reaction to it that makes us a spectacular species. We have to ability to choose, seek out why, and find ways to change and create the life we really want. If we’re willing to look, we have the tools to be happy. Sometimes these tools seem very far away, and we look to others for happiness. We think material things or more money will make us happy. We think we’d be happy if others would change. If…, if…, if…, if….you fill in the blanks. Yes, there are times when we all need help, but we usually just need to look at ourselves in the mirror in order to change. Look beyond the eyes looking back and look into your heart. In powerlifting, as with any other sport, we all live with pain. I’ve suffered more injuries than just about anyone I’ve ever met. I thought 145

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Johnny A guy named John is a perfect example of what I’m talking about here. John was a powerlifter who first started the sport seven years ago. His goal since then was to bench press 400 lbs. He trained hard and did all the right things, moving up to 315 lbs very quickly and feeling good about himself. Once he’d benched 315 lbs, he knew 400 lbs was no more than a year or so away. Driving home from the gym one day, John’s car was struck by another car. In the accident, John broke his arm in two places. He spent the next year trying to get his arm back to normal, and he had a very hard time bench pressing more than 225 lbs. With time and an iron will, he managed to work himself back up to a 315-lb bench. A year after the accident, he felt he was back on track. A month later, he tore his pectoral while performing some special exercises. This wasn’t a mild tear either. It would require surgery, and it set him back again. John was not to be dissuaded though. He never missed a session despite everything that had happened, and he kept coming into the gym with his iron will. He’d work his one good arm and his legs. Within six months, he was benching close to 275 lbs. His condition began to improve, and after focusing on his bench training again, he had his bench up to 365 lbs within a year. John took some downtime after this cycle to rest and recover. Getting to 365 lbs had beaten him up. Around this same time, his father got 146

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John eventually came back to bench 500 lbs, and I honestly think it was because he grew stronger from each adversity he faced. The last thing you want to hear when you’re at your lowest point is to keep your head up. You don’t want to hear that things happen for a reason, that things will be okay, or that you can “beat this” if you stay strong. It’s all bull, and you know it. When you’re at rock bottom, you don’t want to hear that stuff. What do they know about your pain as they stand there all happy and content? They don’t know anything about what you’re going through. Remember though, you’ve said the same things to other people because you’ve been there. Just take the first baby step and decide to survive. Embrace the pain for what it is. We’re given this emotion for a reason, otherwise we wouldn’t have it. Understand why you have pain, and figure out what you can learn from it. You may have to change. You may not have to change. It all depends on how bad the pain is, but if you find yourself dealing with the same pains over and over again, there’s only one person to blame. You’ll find him in the mirror.

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down with me for close to a half hour, and he answered every question I asked. Before I left, he gave me his phone number and told me to call him if I had any more questions. Over the next few years, I called Matt several times and traveled to Columbus, Ohio, frequently to train with him. He was one of the main reasons I moved to Columbus after graduating from the University of Toledo. I looked up to Matt because of his considerable training knowledge and experience in the gym. He was a great lifter, but he also knew how to coach other lifters and make them better. He had one of the best training bellows I’ve ever heard, and it was always a great session when Matt was there. When I moved to Columbus, Matt took the time to show me around the town. He helped get me on my feet, and he bought me more than a few meals. Matt knew we were barely making ends meet, but he didn’t want me to ever feel like I shouldn’t come to breakfast with the guys because I couldn’t afford it. Matt, over the years, became more than just a training partner. He became a friend. I used to drive to Louie Simmons’ house every Sunday morning, and from there, we’d pick up Matt, drive to breakfast, and then go to the gym for our Sunday dynamic bench session. This was probably Louie’s way of making sure we all made it to the workout, but I didn’t mind. I always looked forward to the jokes, the training information, and the drama we’d have each trip. These trips were like clockwork every Sunday. We’d train at the same time, in the same place, with the same people, and for the same sets and reps. These were great training sessions. One Sunday, as I got into Louie’s Trooper, Louie turned and said, “Matt died yesterday.” At first, I thought he was joking, but I realized 149

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that he wasn’t. I was shocked, but I felt worse for Louie because he’d known and trained with Matt for close to three decades. I honestly didn’t know what to say. I was sitting next to someone who had to feel like he’d just lost a son. To this day, I don’t remember a word that was said as we drove to breakfast and then sat there and ate with one empty seat. I think I only ate one slice of toast. Seven or eight of the strongest lifters in the world sat silent, and not one of us knew what to say. I think we all would rather have gone home and simply called it a day. Matt was like family to us, and his loss hurt. It hurt bad. No death comes without peripheral pain, but Matt was in the prime of his life. Now, he was gone. Just one week prior, he’d pulled a PR out of the power rack in the deadlift. Now, he was gone. We all somehow managed to make it to the gym. We probably just did it out of habit. As we piled into the gym, put on our Jack’s Blue Heat, and started to warm up, somebody said something about sending a “Roll Call to Matt.” We put on AC/DC’s Back in Black, and the entire dynamic of the gym changed. I don’t think anyone slacked off on a single rep. Every set was performed with everything we had. There was no way the barbells could have moved faster that day. The air seemed thinner, the music louder, the bars more flimsy, the chalk damper, and the weights lighter. Matt may have been gone, but he wasn’t far away. Our pain became his final gift to us.

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Fear “Some people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much, but you have to crawl into your wounds to discover where your fears are. Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin.” —Tori Amos “To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.” —Bertrand Russell “What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.” —Unknown “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.” —Ambrose Redmoon

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the safety and well-being of someone: Police launched a search for the family amid fears for their safety.

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things. At the very least, I’ve always believed that most adversity in life can be overcome by taking charge of events and making whatever changes are necessary to eliminate negative consequences. Of course, this method is contingent upon an ability to distance yourself emotionally from problems in order to solve them rationally. Understandably, this isn’t always easy to do because human beings are a complex fusion of powerful emotions. These emotions combine inside of us with the ability to reason, but it’s often unclear which side will predominate in all situations. Adversity comes in all shapes and sizes, and you have little or no control over much of it. You can be swallowed up in an earthquake or caught in a fire. You can develop a terminal illness, be thrown into prison unjustly, or be executed by a political tyrant. You can be born into a family with abusive parents who can leave you physically and emotionally scarred for years to come. There’s little we can do about events that are beyond our control, but we can learn from them, become stronger, and go on to prevail another day—even if prevailing simply means learning what not to do.

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brooded about things, the worse they became. I felt entirely hopeless in the presence of my uncertainty. We can struggle with our other enemies—pain, suffering, disease, or injury—but strength and courage can’t always overcome fear, especially when you feel like you’ve been handed an emotional death sentence. In desperation, I sought the counsel of others. It helped to unload my burden on people who could commiserate with me, offer suggestions, or help provide a sense of direction. As I said before, I felt as though I was looking into the gates of hell, and I needed all the support I could get. After weeks of stumbling around in a trance, I finally came to a resolution that pulled me out of the abyss. Up to that point, it seemed like my entire life had been spent overcoming difficulties. I dealt with bullies, I rose above low expectations, and I’d rebounded from business failures. Having come this far in life, I wasn’t about to admit failure.

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achieved perhaps my most important personal victory. I had defeated uncertainty, the last obstacle that could hold me back in life. I understood then that I had within me the power to blast out all thoughts of defeat in order to lift myself above most difficult situations, including this one. Once I’d realized I could conquer my fears, I knew I had more power over my emotions than I’d thought previously. I realized that no matter how bad a situation might get, I could control how I reacted, accepted, and dealt with uncertainty. No matter how events unfold, I know I’m still alive and that life will go on. Once I was able to control my emotions and keep them from consuming me, I literally bounced back to my normal disposition and my daily activities. The difficulties in the personal relationship dissolved, and it was restored to its former strength and then some. I’m telling you all of this because I’d be a hypocrite if I tried to pretend that I “have it all figured out.” I’ve always been about personal growth, personal responsibility, and achievement. Through lessons I’ve learned from lifting, I believe my purpose in life is to help turn underperformers into overachievers. My goal is to take average talents and make them extraordinary, to build confidence and character, and to make the strong stronger. Based on my experiences, I know that if you can control your fears, separate perception and emotion from reality, trust yourself, develop self-discipline, and make the necessary sacrifices, you can achieve anything you desire. Believe it.

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Passion I’ve saved this for the final chapter because I think it’s the most important aspect of any and all success, whether it’s sports, business, or relationships. This has been a very challenging chapter for me to write. Passion, like love, is difficult to define. It’s hard to prove that it even exists. You’ll notice that I haven’t added a dictionary definition or quotes in this chapter. The reason for this is simple. Passion to one person is not the same as it is to another. It can be a very positive asset to have, but it can also be a curse. It’s a double-edged sword that can lead you to a wonderful, fulfilled life or a life filled with distress. In writing this book, I’ve relied on many people for support, references, and ideas. These people helped guide me, they picked what stories to use, they explained why others should be pulled, and they provided reassurance that I was doing the right thing when some of the material got too personal or took me too far out of my comfort zone. Not long into the writing of this book, I sent out the following email to a handful of people I trust and respect for their personal values as well as for their values in business and in training: “If you think of a value I should hit, let me know.”

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Mike Szudarek sent me the following email the next day: “There’s one I thought of that I really believe is important, if not key. It’s passion. You can’t be successful at anything if you don’t like what you do. By the same token, you can’t be a great lifter if you aren’t passionate about it. I know this sounds obvious, but it isn’t. See, with relationships, you can date someone, spend time together, get along, and put effort into it, but you’ll never stay with that person unless you’re passionate about them. I’ve seen lifters flounder and then, all of a sudden, find an activity like triathlons or whatever and become incredible at it. Ironically enough, they’re usually better built for lifting. The only difference is that they’re passionate about the new thing. In order to succeed professionally, you first have to ask yourself if you’re truly passionate about whatever business or job you’re in. If not, the first step is to find something you love doing. The other values essential for success will follow. There are many people who lift weights because their friends do it or because their father does it and maybe they’re just mediocre. Is this really their passion? Don’t try to be successful at something unless you’re passionate about it. It’s impossible to do it any other way. I know that this sounds simple but look around at all the people you come in contact with. Ask yourself if these people are passionate about what they do. If they’re not, why aren’t they? Tally up how many people are passionate and how many aren’t. I’ll bet you’ll find maybe one or two in ten actually are. 160

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If you’re passionate about something, success is possible if you follow or have those other traits. If you’re not passionate, however, you’re done and dead before you ever get out of the gate. Even if you hit all of the other values that success requires, you’ll never be all you can be.” I agreed with all of this, and I already knew I’d cover passion in the final chapter of the book. I was really looking for more though. After thinking about it for a few days, I sent this email back to Mike: “I think I’ve got it. Define love. Better yet, prove to me that it exists. Show me the scientific proof. Passion is the same as love. It can’t be taught. It’s there or it isn’t. All we can do is tell people that it’s okay to run with it and trust it. Like love, it can and will misguide us because it’s so emotionally charged, but this is why it can make you happy. This is the ultimate example of blast and dust. It’s heaven and hell. What doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger. It’s also the ultimate risk because you’re placing all your faith on your gut instincts and only you can be responsible for the outcome. The gym can enhance this, but it has to be there before people even walk in the door. Despite everything, they still walk in and try to fill a void. Something brought them there in the first place. What was it? What was it that brought us there?” Not long after I wrote that, I heard back from Mike. This exchange led to him becoming my sounding board for this chapter: “Bingo! That’s perfect. It’s completely true, especially the emotional/ misguided/risk part. That’s a billion percent true. If it works out, you’re on cloud nine kicking butt and taking names. If it fails, you’re depressed and you feel like nothing.” 161

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This still wasn’t enough for me. I had to dig deeper. I had to try to find some sort of guiding force or common theme. For example, take two people who both have the same background and education. One is successful and the other isn’t. Sure, it’s possible to say that one has more passion than the other, but is the level of passion not high enough with the unsuccessful one? Is there a scale of passion and success? How do you know if your passion is strong enough? I sent Mike another email: “Okay, we know a lot of lifters who aren’t successful, but why aren’t they? There has to be some value, or lack thereof, that’s holding them back. This may not be the same with all of them, but I’ll bet it’s the same thing with the majority of them. Also, why do some strength sports seem to have different demographics than others? In some, competitors are known for helping each other out at competitions while in others, there’s no communication at all and lots of backstabbing. Why is this? This question has been driving me crazy for two days now.” This must have struck a chord with Mike because it wasn’t long at all before I received his response: “Here’s my theory. Some sports are more accepted in the mainstream. Some guys can train at a commercial gym while others can train alone. It doesn’t necessarily require crazy bars, monolifts, bands, chains, or boxes. In some sports, it doesn’t matter as much if you have a bad workout or you’re not into it that day. One strength sport is rooted in looking good. Let’s be honest here. A guy wants to get 162

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some beach muscles for the ladies. A few years later, he gets serious. After a few more years, he looks like he’s ready for GQ. Or one of the muscle magazines inspires him, and he enters a bodybuilding show for the hell of it and does well. Self-improvement is the root of this, but it’s in a “Hey world look at me!” kind of way. Think about it. Some people in sports have huge egos. These egos are also why they won’t accept being a middle manager. They have to be a vice president because the other people in the company can’t possibly be as smart as them, right? Other strength sports are havens for misfits. You can take some dude with an entry-level job who’s been rejected his whole life and he’d want to withdraw from society or from the mainstream. This isn’t so much about the sport itself but about the personal comfort level of the person who gets involved. Think about it. Someone who doesn’t like to be around others and just wants to be left alone to do his work isn’t likely to want to oil up and go on stage. Meanwhile, someone who’s drawn to the challenge of being shredded won’t care about lifting stones or a clean and jerk. Some of these sports all become their own special kind of cult where you can be with people like yourself. It’s also a place to hide and withdraw from the real world. They have different internal motivations. Guys are attracted to one sport because it’s a 24/7 badge and visual indicator of how dedicated they are and how much they care about their body. Guys are attracted to other sports because it’s a place to withdraw from the norm and be with others who share the same desires. This is no different from when a guy wonders if he should join a motorcycle gang or a fraternity.” 163

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I replied: “Yes, but why do they drift one way or the other? What makes people want to withdraw? For me, it was a lack of self-esteem and significance, but I found that in the gym. Could this be the reason for everyone else? I know everyone has a different story, but what’s the common theme? Or isn’t there one?” We talked on the phone about this as well, going back and forth on different values and why we thought people drift toward bodybuilding, powerlifting, football, wrestling, or other sports. While neither of us has formally studied the subject, we’ve spent more than fifty years combined around strength sports, and we’ve both known hundreds of lifters representing all disciplines. Each sport seems to draw a different personality type, but they also share many of the same traits, too. We both know people in all sports who are very passionate about what they do. We know people who’ve been very successful. We also know others who’ve had success despite being nowhere near as passionate. Some people have been able to take this passion into other areas of their lives while others we’ve known have managed to turn their lives into a living hell. When we were finished, I was really no further along with this than when I’d started but then it hit me. I knew what I needed to do to finish this book. I knew how I was going to explain the power of passion. I’m going to do it with a letter to my boys, who as of this writing are now four and six years of age. This letter is about what I feel is the most important value in life. 164

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To My Boys, Throughout your life, people are going to tell you what you can and can’t do. When you’re down, there will be people willing to lend you a hand. Some of them will be the first to push you back down as soon as they feel your position is better than theirs. There will be people you trust who will stab you in the back. Everyone will want to see you do well when you begin a project, but as you succeed, this number will drop drastically. People will embrace you for your passion, but they’ll curse you for it, too. They’ll say you’re a “sellout,” that you no longer care, and that you’ve changed. You’ll find that everyone wants to be successful by having someone else do things for them. If you become successful on your own, they’ll say it’s not the work that you did but the fact that it “came easy” to you. The fact of the matter is that you won’t be the one who changed. They will. You’ll know who did the work and who didn’t. You’ll know the pleasure and pain associated with following your passion. How do I know this? Because as a father, it’s my job to live, learn, and pass this information on to you. As you’ve read in this book, life is not easy for anyone. For one person to think their pain is greater than another’s is foolish. To feel that your pain alone is reason for others to step up and give you sympathy or charity is also foolish. Sitting idle waiting for what you deserve will bring you a life of relying on others for success and happiness. Nobody cares about your problems, excuses, or reasons why you can’t do something. People have their own problems to contend with. 165

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you’re passionate about fishing, it won’t work. Passion is the only thing that can simultaneously give you comfort and help you deal with reality. As a parent, I’m fully aware that there may come a time where I’m the one standing in the way of your passion for the very reasons I’ve just presented. For parents, this is where things are very complicated. I will do my best for you because I don’t want you to experience the same pain that I did, but I also need to remember that it was my mistakes, failures, and pain that define who I am now. Why should this be any different for you? This is a harsh reality, and it’s one that keeps me awake at night. How will I protect you while at the same time not keep you from embracing your passion? Right now, one of you is into exercise and the other is into video games. Will these things become your life’s passion? Or are these just phases that will go away with time? You’ve both been passionate about blankets, trains, race cars, drawing, running, swimming, and many other things. As the years go by, there will be many other things. How am I to know what will become so engrained in your spirit that you feel it’s your calling in life to pursue? How will I know when this will happen? Will I support it? Or will I be a critic? Will I drive you toward it or try to pull you away? I can’t get these questions out of my mind because I’m not you. I’m a part of you, and I want to see you get as much out of life as you can, but in reality, I’m not you. All I can do is offer some advice based on what I’ve found to be effective in my life. This is easy to say but not so easy to do. 1. Base your decisions on the values you respect the most. 168

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2. If you feel passionate about something, give it all you have plus more. The “plus more” part will be easy because you’ll love what you do. If this doesn’t turn out to be what you expected, it won’t be because you didn’t give it your best shot. 3. Experience as much as you can. Don’t let others dictate your path in life. See what’s out there and determine things for yourself. 4. Don’t ever feel like anyone owes you anything. The bottom line is that you get what you work for. You may not have the same tools or education as the next person, but this doesn’t mean you can’t still do it better. If you take pride in the work you do, you’ll never have regrets or need excuses. 5. Don’t become so obsessed with your passion that you forget about the people around you. You can’t experience true happiness without sharing the experience and having others feel just as good about it as you do. There are many things you can do alone, but to succeed and have nobody to share it with is a life of selfishness and loneliness. Life is not what we get but what we give. True passion is about giving, not taking. Think about it this way—when things get really tough in life and you’re really down and out, you don’t need to get wasted or engage in other kinds of “escapes.” Passion is where you go to find relief and comfort and deal with your problems. It’s not where you go to escape them. If you alienate others with your passion, it won’t be your sanctuary anymore because it’ll be all that you have. It won’t be special anymore. As I sit here and watch you both sleep, I wonder what you’ll become. I wonder what gifts you have to offer the world and whether I’ll be there 169

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to share in your experience. I pray every day that I am, but if for some reason I’m no longer part of your lives, I leave you these words—“Find and share your passion.” And know I will be looking down, just as proud of you then as I am now. —Dad

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About the Author Dave Tate is the founder and CEO of Elite Fitness Systems, a company dedicated to providing strength coaches, athletes, and trainers with the highest-quality equipment, personalized service, and extensive knowledge needed to advance their training programs. He has been involved with powerlifting for more than two and a half decades as a world-class participant, coach, and consultant. He has logged more than 10,000 hours of personal training and strength consulting sessions with professional, elite, and novice athletes as well as with professional and university strength coaches. He holds Elite status in powerlifting (in three weight classes) with best lifts of a 935lb squat, a 740-lb deadlift, a 610-lb bench press, and a 2,205-lb total. Through Elite Fitness Systems, Dave has conducted hundreds of influential seminars and clinics nationwide for gyms, training centers, schools and universities. He has written more than 100 articles on strength training for magazines and web sites, including Powerlifting USA, Men’s Fitness, Men’s Health and T-Nation.com. This athleteentrepreneur earned a Lifetime Achievement award in 2005 from the Society for Weight Training Specialists. As a business adviser, motivational speaker and author, he shows how athletic disciplines teach valuable lessons for overall achievement. Dave lives with his family in London, Ohio. 171