November 30, 2011

Where are the wild ones?

I`ve just finished reading a book about the life of Chris McCormack. I urge you to get it and read it. It’s called “I’m here to win”. You`ll walk away with more game in your back pocket. I made me realise that I may have become a little soft at times, may have lost some of my edge that got me to where I was in the first place, which was being in contention for the overall. I have taken the bits of the book that touched me most and applied them to planning for the next year.


Because I`m here to win too. I am not going to get so far out of the comfort zone to be a worse version of myself. After some good conversations over the weekend about racing the ultimate competitor for the ultimate win, I came away thinking that I am in constant contact with this ultimate competitor. He exists when I wake up and he laughs when I get back in bed when the weather is a little rough outside. Obviously, he is me.

The wilder, harder, do-it-all version of myself. The version that says GO! before considering the option when the only option is win. There is no 2nd place when I am competing against myself. There is win and lose.

I am off to Deadmau5 tomorrow for an opskop and to dance the frustrations of recent out of these limbs. If you are looking for a wild one, a maverick, choose him. Creating your own music genre by the age of 25 and transforming DJ’ing into a SHOW by the same token is crazy. If you like his music, make sure you listen to this mix. It’ll get you out of your seat, guaranteed.

We need to be willing to take chances and rocking the risk factor requires practise. You won’t take a big chance on the first try. You need to build up, take chances along the way, starting small and growing. Just like building skill on a mountain bike, being acutely aware that you might fall but having the confidence in taking the chance that you HAVE the skill to take the chance.

In my own life, I need to take more chances. Comfort and being idle don’t lead to world class performance, in any arena, sports, business or even love. Take the chance, risk the hurt, but be confident in your risk to build good pyramids of success so that you can take more risk as you go. Nobody jumped 15 cars on their first day on a bicycle.

The wild ones weren’t born wild, they became wild by circumstance and compound decisions.

For me, this means taking risks in training, letting go and grabbing outside assistance in a trusting manner and in races, going all out, not for the best possible safe finish.

So let’s raise our glasses to the wild ones. The Deadmau5’s of the world, the Nadal’s of the world, the Greg Minnaar’s of the world and the Valentino Rossi’s of the world. It took many moments of risk and “I might not make this, but I know I could” to get where they are.

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