I think Mercola.com has some of the most honest info on the internet. I know other may disagree but Dr Mercola is trying to fight the big food companies every day. I have no problem with him selling supplements while he does it but, that’s just me. Either way, read this
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A reader provided this link to a research piece discussing the 220-age formula that some of you might enjoy.
My friend Alwyn Cosgrove sent me this link and, the info was both accurate and funny.
Penelope Trunk hits the nail right on the head when she calls out Tim Ferris as a phony. I have never met him but, I have also never met anyone successful who works four hours a week.
Like Penelope I also hate the “I am only checking email twice a day” auto-responder. Like I care how many times you check email. Those auto-responders reek of a combination of self-importance and insecurity.
What they really should say is “I only check email twice a day. I am sending this email so will you will see how incredibly busy and successful I am. I do this to illustrate my great insecurity and my need to make sure you know that I am really successful “.
Ok, I get it. You’re big time.
Thanks Penelope for hitting the nail on the head, hard. I just subscribed to your blog.
I’m not even sure if this a true story or an urban legend. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you read it to your kids!
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, ‘Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.’ I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him… He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, ‘Those guys are jerks.’ They really should get lives. ’ He looked at me and said, ‘Hey thanks!’ There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, ‘Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday! ’ He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, ‘Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!’ He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled…. ’ Thanks,’ he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began… ’Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach…but mostly your friends…. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.’ I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. ’Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.’ I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it’s depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person’s life. For better or for worse.
Take some advice from possible the world’s most famous orthopedic surgeon
Bottom line. This show is an awful testament to everything wrong in our profession. The network should be ashamed. This is a great article. Thanks Dr. Freedhoff.
I wanted to title this Same Sh _ _ , different day. Seems most good coaches in every sport are saying the same thing. Take a minute and read this piece on Box Lacrosse vs. Field Lacrosse. Of course, the evidence once again shows that the small game produces the better players. Unfortunately in the US the idiot parents insist that everything be done on a “real” surface. I guess we can take some solace in knowing that it’s not just hockey parents that are crazy.
The Boston Herald published a great article about the members of the Women’s National Ice Hockey Team training at MBSC. http://bostonherald.com/sports/other/2012/12/usa’s_gold_fever_comes_mike_boyle_golden_touch
I have told this story many times, but wanted to put it in writing. Daniel Coyle in his landmark work The Talent Code talks about igniting the fire of greatness. Coyle states
‘we are often taught that talent begins with genetic gifts- that the talented are effortlessly able to perform feats that the rest of us just dream of. This is false. Talent begins with brief powerful encounters that spark motivation by linking your identity to a high performing person or group. This is called ignition, and it consists of a tiny, world shifting thought lighting up your unconscious mind: I could be them.”
I can tell you that I witnessed ignition in my daughters life at a USA Women’s Hockey camp in Blaine Minnesota. I watched my then 11 year old daughter act like a member of a lost tribe who had found “her people”. There were others like her. Women who just wanted to be hockey players. I could see her mind shift to “I could be like them” and I watched her behavior shift to be like them. Suddenly an hour of shooting pucks seemed like a good idea. The weightroom became an obvious place to visit. She wrote her own story here: Women’s Hockey Life .
In Shenk’s The Genius in All of Us he talks about genetics x environment. Not genetics plus environment but genetics times environment. Great genetics and the environment of ignition lights a powerful fire. The lesson for me is that you can create passion by exposure to great role models. Taking your son or daughter to a great college game becomes a really good idea. Staying for autograph sessions after, even better. You don’t need to push passionate kids, they do it themselves. Find ways to encourage passion, even is sometimes it is by accident.
This is another Joe Ehrmann classic from Inside Out Coaching. I’ll simply print the list from page 204.
Nine Reasons I Swear
It pleases my mom so much
It is a display of my manliness
It proves I have great self control
It indicates how clearly my mind functions
It makes conversation so pleasant
It leaves no doubt in anyone’s mind as to my upbringing
It impresses people
It makes me a very desirable personality to women and children
It is an unmistakable sign of my culture and refinement
Next time I am at a loss for words, I’m going to try to choose better ones.
Read Inside Out Coaching.