Bad Days Are Part Of The Process. Please Don’t Give Up.

Fuck Your Goals

Someday, I would “like” to.

I hear this phrase often. To me, it means “if it happens, great, but I am not counting on it...”

What a tragedy.

When something matters, you make it happen. There is no “I don’t have time” - you make time for what is important. You can call something a priority, but actions speak louder than words.

My goals are never just words. There is nothing in this world that I want that I am not willing to go get. I almost hesitate to refer to anything as a “goal” because that term doesn’t do what I want to accomplish justice.

Fuck your goals, what are your OBSESSIONS? What are you willing to walk through hell while doused in gasoline for?

“Experts” preach SMART (specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, and timely) goals. Fuck attainable. Fuck realistic. Those are constraints put on us by people that aren’t willing to go to war with themselves to get what they want. Those people believe it’s ok when things don’t perfectly line up.

They hide behind “it wasn’t meant to be instead of saying “Motherfucker, I get a say in this...”

So you can write down your goals and your plans and what hope to accomplish, spend days overthinking it and looking for affirmation from others that your plan is solid - or you can just decide that there is nothing in the world that will stand in your way and just be a bad ass.

Action demolishes fear. When whatever you are chasing terrifies you yet inspires you, then you know you have the right target in sight.

It’s up to you to go get it.

Fuck. Yes. All this

Want More, Do More

We all know people that things seem to come easy to/for:  The runner that can run five miles while barely breathing hard.  The salesperson that puts in the least effort but has the best results.  The student that gets straight As while never cracking a book.  The examples are endless.

Unfortunately, this is often poison for most people, as their own sense of entitlement makes them believe that they should be rewarded the same fruits while exerting the same perceived effort.

There are two things to consider in these situations:

1) You’re only seeing the end result of a lot of blood, sweat and tears.  While most people don’t want to face that this is the truth, this covers the majority of those examples.

2) Some things simply are easy to some people, and that has absolutely nothing to do with you.

These two facts are not mutually exclusive.  For example, LeBron James would’ve probably gone down as one of the greatest basketball players to ever pick up a basketball if he would’ve only put in the same effort as everyone of his teammates that he has ever had.  In LeBron’s case, he also outworks everyone else that he plays with and against.  Like him or hate him (I tend to lean toward the latter), you cannot question neither his natural ability nor his work ethic.

Nonetheless, feeling sorry for yourself when an important task is challenging for you (yet seemingly simple for someone else) is a way to ensure that you’ll never have success in whatever goal you are looking to achieve.  Let’s face it:  We cannot control the things that we are naturally really good at.  We don’t get to pick our parents and the environment of which we are raised in.

What we do have the opportunity to choose is how much effort we put into something.  I know, I know - this just kills the motivation of those that are looking for a secret shortcut to success or an easier way to become great.

Want a secret?  Here.  It doesn’t fucking exist.  

There’s no abs in eight minutes.  

40 hours per week?  Minimum fucking standard.  Showing up when you absolutely have to will ensure that you barely get by.

Running sucks and is hard?  Of course this is true when you don’t fucking do it.

I haven’t mentioned it in a bit but all I (still) hear is time.  I don’t have time.  How do you “find” time?  I wish I had your schedule.

No, you fucking do not.  

How do I find time?  I don’t look for time, I make time.  I don’t stare endlessly at my phone.  I don’t engage in idle chatter.  I rarely, if ever, watch TV.  I schedule my workouts like I’d schedule a day in court, a funeral, my kids’ graduation or weddings.  I minimize social time to the absolute essential.  I do not “go out”.  I listen to books in the car or make important phone calls, not calls to BS.

I prepare.  I have my food ready to go.  My workout clothes are laid out.  Shoes are ready to slip in and go.  Coffee is in the maker BEFORE we go to bed.

30-60 minute workouts?  Fuck that - I put down over 15 hours per week, every week.  

Want to be the top at your job?  First in, last out, every day.  Period.  And when you are there, work like your life depends on it.  The 40 hour work week is designed to keep you poor and just motivated enough to show up and do enough so that you keep your job.  That felt miserable to type - I can only imagine how miserable it is to live.

Study.  We are eternal students.  Our brains are wired to adapt and constantly learn, so be ahead of the game.  You can find information on anything in the world that could make you a better athlete, spouse, parent, business owner, entrepreneur, salesperson, etc.  

Hint: That shit isn’t on Facebook, Twitter, or IG.  And it isn’t comedy.

In a world of mediocrity, it isn’t hard to stand out; to do a bit more and to inspire others to do more simply by your actions.  

It requires discipline - eating better, training longer, training harder, waking up early, staying up late, picking up those books when you could be watching the game - it’s not what others do.

But if you want to accomplish what others can’t, you have to be ready to do the things that others don’t and won’t do.

Talking about it is NOT enough.  Whatever your goal is, figure out whatever action YOU think you need and then multiply those actions by 10, and that is the effort required.  

It’s the ONLY way.  Stop looking for easy - it’s making you a pussy.

Yes I have. Multiple times. They both loved it

Since I forgot to update this, here is the most current update to this post. Again, bragging on myself quite a bit. Going from 210 to 175 is a huge step in the right direction. Looking forward to many more milestones in the future

I’m going to brag on myself here for a minute. In August, I got off mission with the army at the heaviest I’ve been. Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought “That’s not ok.” And decided to fix it. Today, I took a picture of myself in the same shorts I was in back then. Progress! Feels good to have my clothes literally falling off of me because they’re too big.

Day 1: The toughest of days

Today we had a pt test. It didn’t go well at all. 32 pushups, 42 sit-ups and a 20:13 2 mile. Needless to say, I have a lot of work to do.

Although I’m not able to get to the gym today, I’m improvising. While kiddo naps, were doing squats and push-ups with a 35 lb vest on. TactiDad!

I’m going to brag on myself here for a minute. In August, I got off mission with the army at the heaviest I’ve been. Caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and thought “That’s not ok.” And decided to fix it. Today, I took a picture of myself in the same shorts I was in back then. Progress! Feels good to have my clothes literally falling off of me because they’re too big.

My sexy wife! Reblog if you would like to fuck her?

I would actually look forward to running on this track

Yes there is. And I think they know who they are