I got interviewed by Noor Kidwai who has a brilliant concept for his podcast. He talks with guests who share their stories, experiences, and advice… and finishes the episode by asking his guest, “God. Yay or nay?” Listen to hear my answer: God Yay or Nay?: Ep. 52 – The Downsides of Self Help on …
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 …
Jet engines rumbled the concrete floor. The stench of fuel permeated the air in slow, thick waves, resembling a mirage and adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. I slouched under an umbrella, pen in hand and scribbling on a notebook. My throat was dry. It hurt to swallow. For the past hour, I’d told myself it …
In a small gym in Merced, California, I watched my friend and teacher Dr. Chris square off with a kettlebell the size of a small watermelon. He grabbed it, easily swung it up to shoulder-height, and set it back on the rubber mat floor. “Okay, now you go,” he said. We were sneaking in a workout …
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 …
Forty of us ran counterclockwise in a giant circle on the field. My helmet squeezed against my cheekbones. “Sprint!” the coach yelled. The circle sped up like a carnival ride. I tried to sprint but my legs dragged, exhausted. It was late summer and I was about to enter my sophomore year of high school. As …
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 …