In this interview, Glen and I talk about rock bottom moments… and how to harness their hidden power. We also talk about the challenges of walking the spiritual path. Plus, near the end, we talk about our crazy results doing pushups after exhaling almost all the air out of our lungs! Click here to listen …
“Alright, come on, let’s do another one,” I said. I was met by frustrated groans. Dr. Brad, Steve, and I sat in the hotel room at the Tampa Airport Marriott. It was late 2008 or early 2009. Dr. Brad rested in a love seat with his doctor’s coat on. Steve lounged on the couch. I …
Ever wish you could go back in time and slap yourself? I can. In between my first and second year of college, I languished at my mom’s house like a lump of Jell-O that refused to even wiggle. Three days per week, I lifted weights at a nearby gym. Every evening, I boiled some spaghetti, …
My wife and I cruised down 70 East to meet some of her relatives for brunch at a place called Bacon. I don’t eat pork but I respect a funny name. I also figured the joint would still have plenty of bacon-free options for brunch, an assumption which turned out to be more wishful thinking …
The barbell pressed into my shoulders and spine, choking my trap muscles, waiting for them to quiver and die and for my spine to shred and disintegrate. Like a simple-minded ancestor of the Terminator, it felt no pity or remorse. Gravity pulled it toward the center of the earth, but my body stood in the …
In the early winter of 2012, I stood in front of my condo building and stared at my parked car. Someone had scrawled on my driver’s side window in burgundy gunk. Vandalism? I lived in Aurora, Colorado, which has a crime problem, but the area felt safe. A neighbor was a meth addict, but the …
My friend Wally and I coasted along 285 South in Denver, Colorado, on our way to embarrass ourselves spectacularly at Top Golf. Wally and I have been friends for over twelve years. We’ve cheered each other on while riding our respective life roller-coasters, enjoying the rises, screaming through the plummets, and occasionally puking during the …
I grabbed the edges of the six-foot metal basket, bent my knees, leaned forward, and adjusted my alignment as if setting up a pool shot. The basket probably weighed over 1000 pounds. Maybe close to 2000. I gave it a little push to test which way it rolled, stepped to the left six inches, bent …
A little before 1PM, I peeled off my headphones and glanced around. The traffic rolled lazily enough that I could almost hear the click of the streetlight’s switch from red to green. To the west, the Rocky Mountains stood like bouncers to a nightclub. Arapahoe street seemed to scoop down toward them and I wished …