Thursday AM this past week was a conditioning day and instead of my typical fun with the Prowler, I thought I would change things up and do some 50 yard sprints at the football field of my town’s high school.
On the drive over to the field, my mind gently wandered about a little bit and I began to think about this blog and the overall message of it. I think this was motivated by a book I am reading on blogging that advises bloggers to develop their “elevator pitch” to easily explain what their blog is all about.
Then I got to thinking about others I’ve seen who have motivational style posts… except… well… there was something about their message I couldn’t quite shake.
Make a video about it. Put it on the YouTubes. Boom. Go time.
Working to be the best is something I’m all for. Heck, part of the point of this blog is to detail a little bit about how I am trying to do that with my own life… along with the requisites victories and stumbles that come along the way. There is a tremendous amount of skill, dedication, discipline and sheer willpower that goes along with the quest to reach that pinnacle… to become part of the elite. To say I admire those who make that commitment fully is an understatement.
However, elite is something that differs greatly from its annoying cousin that often likes to tag along with it. That snot-nosed little brat would be the never acceptable elitism. These two traits don’t always have to travel together as an inseparable pair… but damn it, sometimes they just do. The sad thing is that they really never need to.
Allow me to illustrate a bit:
This is always one that stuck in my craw a little bit – the way people tend to elevate one band or artistic while simultaneously putting down another for “pandering to the masses” or just being “meaningless pop”. The latter category would tend to be for music like this from Ke$ha:
And the critically-acclaimed darlings would be something more like this from Arcade Fire:
I can almost sense the level of utter disgust from some reading this post… even though you are doing so in the future. Yeah, I’m kind of a seer like that – freaky right? My point is that regardless of why someone may like Arcade Fire and feel repulsed by Ke$ha, I have pretty much zero patience for those who sneer at others for listening to “lesser” music. If you don’t like Ke$ha, don’t listen to her and the world will just continue spinning along on its merry way with nary a blip in the scheme of the cosmos. It’s the fact that elitists really are looking for a means by which to set themselves above and apart from others… in this case via their musical tastes… that simply falls flat. Ke$ha sells a lot of MP3s and albums because people like her music (even if they don’t want to admit it to their friends). If people like it, why is that such a bad thing?
Hoo boy, does this ever happen in the world of strength, fitness, training, exercise and so on. It’s not enough to be looking to improve yourself or get stronger/leaner/faster/healthier/more awesomer… far too many people are compelled to take that next step from shooting for elite to acting like the elitists will all know and love. Powerlifters do this. Bodybuilders do this. Crossfitters do this. Triathletes do this. Hell, I’m sure this even happens in curling, Wiffle-ball and lawn bowling (as this photo proves to a weird degree). Need I continue? It’s a disease that doesn’t reside with any one particular clique.
Again, the difference between the two is that someone shooting to be the best is focused on doing what they can… or really… what they must do to improve while elitists focused more of their time on why others are less. It’s as if the actual work to be better is too hard, so hey, we can look better if everyone looks worse. YAY!
And truth be told… if you have to resort to acting like an elitist ass to make yourself look better or to feel better about yourself, that’s pretty much the first sign that you were never that great to begin with.
Be humble. Be great. Probably one of the most powerful combinations I know.