He gave me a little smile and said, “I don’t know if you’re serious or not.”
“What? Of course I’m serious! As far as I’m concerned, we’re going to compete and probably win a gold medal at the next Winter Olympics.”
Then I gave my classic, disbelieving, shake of the head. I do this to show how offended I am when someone questions my intent. I use it often.
His wife said, “And that’s why your company is called Go Big Or Go Home?”
I’ve only known him for 4 months. He’s a new client, 83 years old, with Parkinson’s. My job is to make him stronger. We’re getting there… slowly.
Pretty early on I added in this idea of the Olympics. Everyone needs a goal. Why not aim for an Olympic Gold medal?
I thought the two-man bobsled was our obvious sport. He said we should ski. I told him that is ridiculous since it’s a solo sport AND I don’t know how to ski. He just shrugged his shoulders.
I pushed for the bobsled idea. He said I was an idiot.
It is our on-going conversation.
I will not give up. We’re doing the bobsled.
This comment gets a big smile. Maybe people just like Brad Fay?
At our next workout session he tells me I’m delusional.
Maybe I am.
But my history has told me that dreams do come true.
The trick is to aim high. Know what you want. Work hard. And throw in a little good karma.
Then sit back and appreciate the journey.
Many people spent this past week talking about Mohamed Ali. They spoke about his courage and how he battled against this debilitating disease. The grace in how he handled his decline.
I spend two hours a week with someone still waging the war. Every day he must fight to move. To me he’s a hero in how he handles himself with grace and a stubborn resilience. He does not give up and pushes when all hope is draining away. What more defines an Olympian than that?
I bet there are people all around you that are fighting. Some are winning, some are just hanging on.
And some are thinking about a gold medal.