Headcase

On August 6, 2012, in Business, Leadership, Soul of a Lifter, by admin

“They dedicate their lives
To running all of his.”
- The Unforgiven, Metallica

At some point during every workout, I turn my iPod to M, press enter because the only file I have under M is Metallica, then I scroll down to U – The Unforgiven. Every workout without fail, I have to hear James Hetfield belt out “You labeled me, I’ll label you, so I dub thee unforgiven.” The reason is the feeling. The Unforgiven has Paradoxical Power. It can fire me up bad or fire me up good. It can piss me off or turn the light on. It can put me in a bad mood or good mood. The Unforgiven has been responsible for the majority of my personal bests in the gym. It also saved me in school.

I was doing my master’s degree part-time while working full-time and being a full-time parent. Universities don’t understand full-time workers. They just don’t get it. Some of my professors didn’t grasp the concept of full-time workers and full-time parent. During a seminar that discussed some off-the-wall readings that had no relevance to reality, one of my fellow students said something that flipped the switch. I loved university. I hated elementary school, I hated high school even more. But I loved university. Except seminars. I hated how they turned into therapy sessions. I was a good student in university. A model of maturity. Never disruptive. Never acted like an asshole once. Respected the process fully. I minded my own business. Until that seminar. The student said,

“You know, the other day, I was driving to work and I heard this song. It was kinda strange. A symphony with some wild rock band. It was soothing yet unsettling, and…”

“It’s not some wild rock band. It’s Metallica.”

I didn’t put my hand up, didn’t say excuse me, just rudely interrupted. There was a moment of silence.
Everyone turned to stare at me. Feeling stupid, I tried to redeem myself but it only got worse.

“S&M.”

More silence.

“That’s what it’s called. Symphony and Metallica. “

More silence.

“San Francisco Symphony and Metallica.”

More silence.

“Best workout music ever.”

Couldn’t say iPod because the iPod hadn’t been invented.

At the end of the seminar, we were assigned a group project. I was given the name of two other students who I had to do a presentation with. We exchanged contact information. “I’ll call you,” I told them. I never did. I was a conscientious student. I never cheated. Never plagiarized. I was the model university student. But I never functioned well in group presentations. Never understood the concept of group presentations. Most groups can’t agree on pizza toppings without fighting let alone agreeing on a seminar presentation. How can you express original thinking in a group presentation? You can’t.

On the day of the presentation, my group members approached me before class.

“Hey, you never called.”

“Too busy, man.”

“What are you going to say?”

“Don’t worry. I got it covered.”

It was a lie. I never failed to do my homework. Ever. Until this time. I didn’t even understand the topic that was assigned. I tried. Read it over and over. The topic made no sense whatsoever I had worked in the field for a decade but the topic has nothing to do with what I did for a living.

“You’re difficult to get along with. We’re supposed to be working as team.”

My blood boiled. This was the reason why I hated school. Scolding. Micro-managing scolding. Holier-than-thou scolding. Talk-down-like-you’re-a-piece-of-shit scolding. To my credit, I remained silent. I was at a stage in my life where I said Go-Fuck-Yourself. A lot. Chronically. Not proud of it. I don’t advocate it. But it became a personal anthem. To my credit, I didn’t say it. Which built up a severe case of cognitive dissonance that grew and grew during the entire three-hour class. Cognitive dissonance is both a blessing and a curse. It’s an inner conflict caused by not acting in accordance with your personal beliefs. Self-contradiction. Acting out-of-whack with who you are. Pretending. Depending on your response to it, cognitive dissonance will either burn you up or set your soul on fire. I learned to use cognitive dissonance in as many essays as possible. I wrote 4 chapters of a partial PhD dissertation and wrote cognitive dissonance 51 times. And I used it in almost every email and phone call with my PhD supervisor. It never failed. He was impressed every single time. In fact, I told him I was using cognitive dissonance as a theory of interrogation. “Outstanding,” he said. “Great concept. Never heard cognitive dissonance used for interrogation. Go with it.”

My presentation was scheduled last. I had to endure all the painful presentations, with all the bells and whistles like Grade 3 show-&-tell. People clapped. I had nothing – no slide show, no handouts, no goodies. My cognitive dissonance grew. I played it back over and over: “You’re difficult to get along with. We’re supposed to be working as team.” Then I played back my silence, over and over.

The beauty of cognitive dissonance is the clarity of thought that it can generate. My group got called. I said, “I’m going first.” No one objected. I walked to the board and wrote this:

“You labeled me,
I’ll label you,
so I dub thee unforgiven.”

Here’s what I said:

“This is the cause of all cognitive dissonance. This is the cause of all conflict in the world. Outer conflict and inner conflict in the history of mankind. Labels. You label me, I label you… conflict. Cognitive dissonance. All conflict between nations, organizations, teams, GROUPS, even families, in the history of civilization starts with labeling. This line is part of the lyrics if from The Unforgiven by Metallica. Multi-dimensional. Greatest workout music ever and the solution to social and psychological unrest. The true secret to outer and inner peace. The rest of the song is about a headcase who was controlled his entire life, who never experienced true self, and became a horribly bitter man.”

I then assigned optional work for the rest of the class. Youtube hadn’t been invented. Neither had stealing music. I challenged them to buy the song, listen to the entire lyrics, and think of a time when they contributed to the making of a headcase. Then, I challenged them to make the world a better place and working toward peace by never labeling another person again.

Here it is. A Masterpiece. The Unforgiven. The 134 who pressed ‘dislike’ are headcases and are unforgiven.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYUMPKFYd6g

 

Gino Arcaro has written 12 books. He started his writing career by writing 6 best-selling academic law enforcement textbooks. Then he changed his focus and wrote 6 non-academic books to compete on a new stage. The first book is Soul of a Lifter, available in paperback and e-book. The book is about how lifting is a life-saver – lifting others and lifting weight. Dual-purpose lifting. You can review all Gino’s books them by clicking here.

#PURELOVEOFTHESPORT

On June 11, 2012, in Fitness, Football, Soul of a Lifter, by admin

Here’s a picture of the youngest runner entered in last Saturday’s Run For the Roses sponsored by X Fitness – Violet King, 23 months… my granddaughter.

http://www.wellandtribune.ca/2012/06/10/rose-fest-buds

I have coached thousands of athletes but Violet is my favourite. She trains hard, never complains, and is always happy when she’s running, no matter if it’s the race or training. She loves running. Unlike many of today’s professional athletes she is not spoiled, lazy, arrogant, coddled, or protected by collective bargaining agreements that limit their reps. Violet is a pure athlete, who runs and trains for the PURE LOVE OF THE SPORT.

Sports are paradoxical. Athletics can transform lives positively. I’ve seen it. But it can also transform lives negatively, turning athletes into selfish individualists disconnected from their team in an attempt to be above the team. True athletes rise above it, they don’t act above it. When athletes lose touch with reality, believing they are special, then sports become the double-edge sword. The intolerable attitudes of athletes don’t just happen. Nothing just happens. They’re built. Developed. Athletic arrogance develops by extreme recruiting, extreme adulation, extreme royal treatment that is undeserved. Rolling out the red carpet is destroying the attitudes of athletes – a generation of pampered, out-of-touch adolescents who never grow up.

In my experience, here’s the difference between a mature and immature athlete – TRUE LOVE. True love of the sport. Mature athletes have TRUE LOVE OF TRAINING – true love of the struggle. Immature athletes have true love only of the spotlight. Immature athletes love the reward but not the investment. It’s one thing to love the idea of being an athlete and actually acting like one. A true athlete is consistent – works the same in training as in the game. No difference. If you truly love the sport, you will love everything that’s connected to it – training included. If you love gameday only, you don’t truly love the sport – you love only the reward. Big difference. It’s the difference between a true professional and a true amateur.

No one is born a superstar. Everyone is born with varying degrees of gifts but every single athlete has to develop those gifts with training. Superstars don’t just happen. They’re made. It’s easy for coaches to romanticize the past, telling legendary tales of athletes who love the sport. I don’t participate in revisionist history. A small percentage of the thousands of athletes I’ve coached truly loved the sport. I have the evidence to prove it. True love of the sport is not common. It’s uncommon. Rare. Just like superstars. The majority of self-professed athletes don’t truly love the sport – they love the thought of it.

Last week’s sports page gave more examples of the absurdities of pampered athletes not dealing in reality or with reality. Yes athletes are human. That’s not my point. It’s their messed-up mentality that they are someone special.

The true difference between a professional and an amateur is not the amount of money paid to play the game. It what is paid to play.

Dear Violet,
Never lose your true love of running.
Never lose sight of what matters.
Keep loving it with all your heart.
And all your soul.

Here she is again – Youngest runner, Violet King 23 months – Run For the Roses sponsored by X Fitness. #PURELOVEOFTHESPORT

http://www.wellandtribune.ca/2012/06/10/rose-fest-buds

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The psychology of wind sprints is just as important as the physiology.

Every football season starts the same way – I have to re-adjust wrong attitudes toward wind sprints. Most rookies believe that wind sprints are punishment, ranking somewhere between actual torture and being forced to read a book. Mindset adjustment is the key – wind sprints are not punishment and not pain…they’re a huge benefit, the difference between getting clobbered and doing the clobbering. Change the focus change the outcome. What you focus on grows. If you believe sprints are a pain, the pain grows until you quit. If you focus on the benefit, your strength and stamina grow. You’ll never quit when you’re focused on what matters.

Wind sprints don’t need mental toughness…they build it. Wind sprints have strengthened the weakest of minds. Most rookies who I have coached come in with minimal mental toughness, ready to cave in at the earliest onset of pressure or discomfort from exertion. Wind sprints change that. But it’s not just about running aimlessly. Even though running sprints is relatively simple, there’s a science to it…the psychology of wind sprints. The key is to focus only on the wind sprint being run. Don’t focus on the next wind sprint or the total number that have to be run. Focusing on the big picture makes the mind think of more pain than it can handle. Thinking of anticipated pain is a leading cause of quitting. Anticipated pain is worse than the actual discomfort of sprinting. The mind has a vivid imagination, conjuring uncomfortable images that terrify instead of inspire. Changing the perception changes the outcome. Re-define what you don’t like to do and you’ll love to do it.

Sprints win championships. Sprints lose fat. Football is a high-risk, violent sport. It’s viscous. If you’re unprepared, you will get cut up to pieces. Work hard and get shredded or be lazy and get shredded. #choiceisyours #respectthegame

Gino Arcaro is a bestselling author who has transitioned from academic law enforcement textbooks to non-fiction motivational book. His first one is Soul of a Lifter. The book is a true story about how lifting is life-saving. Lifting lost souls is a two-way life-saver. So is lifting weights. Soul of a Lifter is about connections between lost souls who become souls of lifters. We all have the capacity to be a soul of a lifter, if we’re willing to lift others. Buy Soul of a Lifter here.
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Dual Meaning Title

On January 25, 2012, in Fitness, Soul of a Lifter, by admin

Soul of a Lifter is a dual meaning title. It refers to the soul that drives people to lift heavy weight. And it refers to the soul that lifts others.

 I chose the title to introduce several themes starting with my belief that my soul led me to lifting weights which changed my life. I was an obese, dysfunctional 12-year-old. No human led me to the gym. No human drove me to by my first barbell set. No human drove me to the high school track where I started running on pavement to lose pounds and pounds of blubber. I believe my soul led me to the gym, starting a 41-year workout career that has impacted thousands of students and athletes.

I have used working out as a forum to make an impact on students and athletes. I have never been a competitive bodybuilder or powerlifter. That’s not what the book is about. Lifting fits into the big picture of the book, weaving a thread that connected many lost souls.

Lost souls are main characters in the book. A common theme is the souls of lifters who lifted each other consciously or subconsciously.