This SATURDAY (7/22/17) NO CLASS at Vetta-Manchester location!
If you’re still needing some Bootcamp in your life, please go visit Derek at the St. Peters location. He’d be thrilled to have you!
“Signing Autographs for Youngsters…“
When I was a kid I wanted to be a professional baseball player. I knew it was kind of a long shot, but still I would often spend nights imagining what it would be like hitting the game winning homerun in the bottom of the ninth, in game 7 of a World Series.
I imagined the count going full. I imagined digging into the batter’s box. I imagined seeing the pitch being the size of a beach ball as it connected with my bat and sailed into the night sky.
And the crowd goes wild!
I also imagined life as a famous ballplayer. Getting to see other cities. Doing interviews with big sports casters. Right down to the baseball card with my name and picture on it.
As I was dreaming up my big future, I also heard stories of some of the greats who never seemed to have time for their fans. Wouldn’t sign autographs in public. Couldn’t be bothered to give young aspiring All-Stars the time of day.
I decided early on, that homeruns and stats were worthless if you were a jerk of a human being in the process.
I’d be the guy that would love the fans as much or more than they loved me.
As time marched on however, it became increasingly apparent that my baseball skills were not as sought after as I’d previously imagined.
In fact, the high school team had to cut me from tryouts twice before I got the picture that maybe this wasn’t my calling.
Maybe nobody would ever wear my name and number on a jersey.
Maybe Topps would never manufacture a baseball card highlighting my stats.
Maybe I was foolish to have ever dreamed at all.
Or maybe I just had the details wrong.
This past week, Vetta presented me with my very own trading card.
And on Thursday, during and after Kiddo Bootcamp, I was being swarmed with micro-humans requesting my trading card and autographs to go with it.
It was kind of surreal… I mean who the heck am I to be signing autographs for anybody?
I’ve never played a professional sport. I’ve never been in a movie. And despite my misleading tagline on the back of my trading card, I’ve never actually been on American Ninja Warrior. (Much to the disappointment of my mini-fanbase.)
While I try to be humble, I won’t lie to you and tell you that I’ve never thought of myself as a role model. Because I do.
Whether you realize it or not, we’re all role models. Each of us is setting an example with the way we live our lives.
Sometimes we lead by example.
And sometimes we show people exactly what not to do.
I’ve done my share of both.
Usually, when I’m feeling frustrated, it’s because I know I’m not living up to my potential. I know I’ve got a lot more inside. I know I’m not living up to my standards.
Standards can be a tricky thing.
As kids we’re often told, “Don’t get your hopes up too high.”
While this advice comes from a place of love, it’s also telling us, “Don’t expect to be exceptional.”
In the process of trying to protect kids from feeling hurt, we condition them to settle for perhaps less than their best.
Did it hurt when I got cut from the baseball team my Freshman and Sophomore year in high school? You bet it did! (I held the tears back until I got home from school, but back home in the privacy of my bedroom, I bawled like a little baby.)
But I needed that hurt to grow.
In retrospect, if I’m being honest, I didn’t fully give my all to practicing baseball. Sure, I never missed a team practice, but I also wasn’t spending all my free time practicing baseball the way an aspiring pro ought to. (Perhaps a little too much time practicing Mario Kart instead…)
I had the dream. But I didn’t have the standard.
Not making the baseball team gave me a chip on my shoulder for the rest of high school (and I might argue even to this day).
The “chip” gets a bad rap.
But the “chip” can also fuel you towards greatness.
Knowing the hurt of failing will push you one of two ways. You either try less often to avoid getting hurt again. Or you grit your teeth, double down, and decide that failing is ok, but giving less than your all is unacceptable.
That’s how I earned a medal in state wrestling.
That’s how I got to start at defensive end on the football team despite being told countless times I was “way too small” for the position.
I doubled down.
That’s how I’m mastering my handstand now. (1,000 failures and counting…)
That’s how I’m trying to set an example with the way I live my life and run my business.
Because the dream is less important than who you become in the process of pursuing it.
You may not ever play pro ball, but you may wind up making a difference in people’s real lives rather than their fantasy ones.
You may not get your own baseball card, but you may still sign autographs for adoring youngsters.
Your jersey may never sell at the Cardinal team store, but your amazing Bootcampers may still want to wear your logo.
You may not ever get to be on American Ninja Warrior…
But what skills can you acquire?… What lessons can you learn?… Who can you become in the process?
Don’t be afraid of shooting for the moon. Be afraid of taking no shot at all.
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Tuesday: Upper (CJ)
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