Enter sport events. They are a healthy alternative classroom hack for enrolling at Harvard. Teaching top performers to excel in the world of business. Think about it, you have the race organisers or business founders. They set the rules and lay out the vision or path to follow. They find willing participant that would like to test themselves against the vision or path. It is the synergies that exist once the vision is accepted where the real learning occurs. This is where the classroom is born if the individual is willing to learn from it.
For some time now, I have been on the lookout for a mentor. I came to the conclusion today that we are surrounded with mentors in life. You just need a simple and clear filter to separate them from the flock of sheep. Roosevelt was kind enough to have left one behind for us to use. Theodore's statement about “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better." Advice as relevant today, as in 1910. Not the ones who instruct you with answers, because they don't know what they don't know. Who are the equivalent of a driver, claiming to know how a car gets designed, manufactured and functions, just because they have a drivers licence and use the end product. The critics. The ones who know what the sport team is doing wrong when they are losing the home game. Yet never set foot on the field themselves.
Every now and again, a person comes along who turns left when the rest of the world told and expected him to turn right. You know, the crazy ones. Crazy for climbing a mountain, for swimming an ocean or for crossing a continent on a bicycle. Crazy for starting a journey, for having a outlandish goal or for traveling on the path less taken. Crazy crazy crazy people. Finding it a bit strange how many of these people who do things differently than the norm in life are labeled as being crazy.
I've watched this documentary called Maidentrip last week , so jealous of this girl called Laura. In a nutshell, she is the youngest person to circumnavigate the globe.
I've looked at the review in the iTunes store and most the reviews was of a positive nature. Then there are a few reviews that I cannot quite understand..
I watched an excellent documentary on Muhammed Ali, and it just struck me. Why are all these fighters that have been beaten within an inch of the lives so happy? Makes you wonder what they found out that the rest of us still need to learn when we have our own near death experience. Cannot help but look at Ali today, and even with his medical problems his eyes are alive. Like someone that has found his happiness even if just for a short while. Even the shacking of his hands, legs and face cannot take that look away. It's like he is saying to the world, look, I'm uncomfortable now, but the ride was worth it. He may just be the happiest person alive?
There's a few small white tents in the middle of nowhere in Iceland. The strong winds outside are pulling and pushing at the material and it almost sounds like the stitching might give way anytime soon. Inside are a few competitors, sleep deprived, hungry, sore and wishing for nothing more than a warm shower to make them feel human again. I'm updating this blog from a hotel lobby instead of one of these small white tents, well rested and fed, but wishing to be back in one of these white tents. Strange how that works.
So I’ve done reading a book called “The Great Run” by Braam Malherbe. Now, this guy ran the length of the Great wall in China, all 4200Km of it in 98 days (it is actually over 20 000km long including all the sub branches of the wall). Apart from just the sheer magnitude of covering a marathon distance day in and day out, there was some valuable lessons in the book as well. Now Braam is no JK Rowling, but he pointed out a really important lessons that he learned from running the wall, that luckily he passed on in the book for other not to keen on running through China to discover it.
An author by the name of Jon Acuff said that we need to dream big and fail gloriously, so that even in failure we still succeed. So I guess it is that time of the year that we tend to reminisce about the year that past and all the hope and dreams that hopeful was. It was only fitting then that I happened to watch a documentary called Desert Runners. It is about four extraordinary (yet completely sane) individuals who in the space of a year completed what is known as a Desert grandslam. Now what this entails is completing a 250km marathon in the Sahara, Gobi, Atacama and Antarctic Desert. To these everyday hero's I can only have the world of respect, for even completing one of these races is already a monumental achievement on its own.
Every now and again through the technologies we have to our disposal today, we are lucky enough to learn about a person that just completely changes our definition about what is possible in life. Now before I get to the story on who Diana Nyad is and what she has accomplished, a though has crossed my mind this morning.
So clearly there is nothing special on iTunes at the moment, and just based on reviews I watched a documentary called American Teen. They basically follow five characters in the same school that are on completely different paths in life. One is the star basket player, the creative misfit, another the prom queen. The documentary at some stage show all the five main character, lying awake from worry, all about their separate issues in life. I couldn’t help but think, we all have our own unique worries and things that keep us awake during the night.