7/14/14

Just Learn Something.

If we avoid the opportunity to learn from moments in our life, then we’re simply wasting our time. Would you go to the gym and bust your tail without the expectation of getting better? Absolutely not. It’s silly to think that anyone goes to exercise without expecting to improve. Nevertheless, perhaps you’re that one in seven billion who works out without wanting to see a positive result, and that’s good for you. Just close your laptop and move on from here.


This past weekend I traveled with my wife, friend, and his daughter all the way to Louisiana to the first ever Louisiana University Summer Classic. It was a small meet with a few characters. I won my class and got gold. Normally, this would be the highlight of the entire trip. Case closed, story's over, you can go home now. However, this is the least of what I learned. You see, I didn’t break any of my PRs, and I didn’t even get a good total. The only thing that I honestly did was lift with humility; and that’s what this moment in life taught me.

I’ll be honest, I’m a prideful guy. I think I’m pretty strong, and I think I know what I’m doing. It’s my biggest stumbling stone. So when I say that I lifted with humility, I hopped over a big boulder in my life.

Competing humbly could mean a lot of things, but at this moment it meant accepting my weaknesses. I’ve got a couple nagging injuries, and I’m lifting in a weight class that takes months of cutting to get down into. Both of those things combine to equal a pretty weak lifter. So when I got under the barbell I wanted to PR, to lift more weight, to be the best at the meet. Instead I only hit so so numbers; but that’s okay.

My identity is not attached to the cold steel of the barbell or the heavy metal of the plates. My identity is in Christ. Failing a lift didn’t crush my heart; sure it sucked, but I still knew who I was. I stayed humble and just competed.

I watched a lot of different competitors fail lifts or get called for technique, and it looked like their soul had just been sucked out. Their whole manhood was attached to being a good lifter. It was a tragedy in the making.

It’s not limited to lifting though. A lot of people spend their whole life in a prideful identity crisis. Athletes identify themselves as athletes, not as people. When you meet someone you don’t say, “Hi I’m Billy and I’m a Christian.” No.  We normally say, “Hi I’m Billy and I’m a Fire Fighter.” Our identities get caught up in a more prideful whirlwind of titles and job descriptions.


I won my class under a shroud of humility. My identity isn’t a prisoner to performance; it’s a child of God. 

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BS, MS - exercise Physiology
EPC - Board Certified Exercise Physiologist

Published Thesis
The impact of three different forms of warm up on performance

Graduate from Midwestern State University, founder of Endunamoo Barbell Club, and Endunamoo Strength and Conditioning. Working to help athletes physically reach their goals and achieve scholarships while spiritually pouring into as many people as possible on all platforms.