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I am passionate about helping children, some of whom are faced with the same obstacles as I was.
Nine teenaged boys stand tall in the sunlight. Their chests are heaving as they recover from a grueling workout. Their faces are smeared with dirt and sweat yet their eyes hint at confidence that is rare for boys their age. They are looking expectantly at their coach. Me. Hulking before them. My enormous frame moves easily as I shout commands to the boys. They react instantly, sprinting 20 yards to a cone then bear crawling back. Their agility work continues like this for 15 minutes as I pace like a jungle cat, encouraging the boys to finish strong in spite of their pain. Each boy lays everything out for me. Not one of them quits before they are done and every one of them stays and cheers for the others to finish.
Between them they have lost 177lbs. That’s more than some of them weigh. More importantly they have gained confidence, strength, speed and athleticism. Some of these boys were bullied and victimized because of the way they looked or acted. Every one of them was chubby or overweight. Now they walk with pride and confidence. They stand tall knowing they are working as hard as they can to improve themselves on a daily basis.
These boys have a secret weapon; a talisman they look to for encouragement, support and honesty: that secret weapon is my Deep Water Method.
I was also badly bullied as a boy, mostly because I was fat and lazy, but also because I suffered from severe dyslexia.
What is my secret weapon? What is my talisman? Hard work, guts and determination while adhering to a Deep Water regime. That and my own desire to become better.
THE DEFINING MOMENT...
It is a warm day on the Willamette River. There are children splashing in the cool waters. Families are spread out on blankets and lawn chairs soaking up the sun. Someone has set up a net and there is a friendly game of volley-ball under way.
The only interruption comes from the occasional shipping barge slowly lumbering by. I stand alone. In spite of the perfect temperature I am wearing a t-shirt. The tell-tale badge of a self-conscious fat kid. My eyes are transfixed on the far bank of the river.
The spell is broken as I recall every other visit to the river. I would swim out half-way before becoming overwhelmed by fear and turning back to frantically swim to shore. The fact that I was covering the same distance either way didn’t occur to me. I would also crazily imagine being devoured by sharks. The fact that I was in fresh water never entered my mind, either. It was a feeling not unlike drowning. Before I was ankle deep the air would become heavy in my lungs. I felt frantic and out of control and I wasn’t even swimming. Just the thought of venturing into the water made me shudder. I was sure everyone was watching me, waiting for my inevitable failure. Even though this time would be no different, I awkwardly negotiated the rocky shore into the cool water like a man walking the plank.
About 50 yards up the shore a group of young boys charge into the water at full speed, knees high-stepping through the shallows then smoothly diving into the murky waters where it gets deeper. Their transition appears seamless as they all surface simultaneously like a group of dolphins. Within minutes they are on the other side of the river playing grab-ass.
I look on in awe. They were my age but seemed like grown men. I would never be like them, I thought to myself. To me they seemed alien. They may as well be green and have eight arms. I would never be athletic or tough. I would always be fat and lazy. I would never accomplish anything and I would definitely never make it across this river! I looked across again. It seems to have tripled in distance. The boys on the other side seem to be laughing at me, jeering and taunting. I take another unsteady step. They are a thousand miles away. I had never been more motivated to swim across this river.
Without another word I awkwardly flop into the water and start swimming. It’s a sort of breast stroke, doggy paddle hybrid. Very un-athletic. But I am determined. I am making steady progress, flopping aggressively towards my goal.
After what seems like an hour I stop for a breath of air. The shore seems no closer than when I was standing looking at it. Instantly I am filled with fear and disappointment. I’ll never make it across. It’s just like every other time before. Years from now I’ll be an old man staring across the river, gripped by terror. Reluctantly I turn around to make the shameful swim back. I am shocked to see I have come further than I thought. Further than I've ever been. Fear washes over me as the river threatens to swallow me up. I begins to frantically thrash about, trying to gain some kind of control. I am in trouble. This is beyond my childish fears. I am in real danger of drowning and I know it. I look towards the shore, hoping for some kind of help, hoping some beautiful Bay-Watch mammalian lifeguard will come save me. But nobody is looking my way. In fact they are all looking upriver.
Before I even see it I know what they are looking at. A quiet calm comes over me as I turn to see the massive barge bearing down on me. Without hesitation I begin to swim hard towards the spot where I had started. Within seconds I realize I am too far to get back to shore before the barge overtakes me and turns me into an urban legend.
I knew what I had to do. My only chance was to swim to the far side. It had nothing to do with sharks. It had nothing to do with the thousands of times I had tried and failed. This was about survival. And in an instant I saw with clarity that this was life: I was going to drown or be run down by mediocrity if I didn’t get off my ass and swim. And swim hard. I was still scared and wasn’t sure I was going to make it but I knew I had to swim for my life.
I was more afraid than I have ever been in my life. I was scared I would never see my parents again. I imagind being vaporized by the barge’s giant propellers and quicken my pace.
I don’t look up until I feel the rocks on my fingertips. My lungs are on fire and my arms and legs are aching. But I had made it. I no longer cared about my flabby chest. I knew something important had happened. For the first time in my life I had conquered my fear and I had done it with hard work and determination. Even though I was motivated by the threat of death I knew I had changed. I had won the first of countless battles against fear by grinding through it with sheer will power.
As I pulled myself out of the water I glanced back at the barge to see just how close I had come. I shuddered inwardly realizing that without a doubt I would have been overrun by it and chewed up by its massive propellers.
Without another look back I pulled off my wet t-shirt and strolled over to join my classmates. I was almost as terrified of them as I was of drowning. But that didn’t stop me. Fear meant something else to me now: it meant I could conquer even the scariest of obstacles with hard work.
Today when you see me at 300lbs with less than 7% body fat, it’s hard to believe I wasn’t born ripped.
It wasn’t long before I was applying my "Deep Water" philosophy to everyday life. Work, school and relationships were my first subjects. It wasn’t easy – change never is – I lost a few jobs, failed a few exams and broke a few hearts before I ironed out the details. They were really never ironed out – I just developed tools that helped me successfully traverse the tricky landscape that day-to-day life can present.
After college I found myself in the house painting business. After a short time my aggressive philosophy had transformed my business. I had over 20 employees and had turned my modest company into a money making machine. It was then that I decided to see how strong I really was. I sold my business for a tidy profit and tried my hand at the Strongman game.
I was used to being the underdog who works harder than everyone else. So that’s just what I did – my aggressive work ethic and Deep Water approach propelled me through the ranks making me internationally recognized as a force in the sport.
I attacked my pro wrestling career with the same fire and tenacity that had gotten me there. My Deep Water methods had become a way of life that I could rely on in any situation. I was soon entertaining thousands and living my dreams.
Next I set my sights on professional body-building. Using Deep Water Methods I crushed the competition becoming the first strongman to become a pro body-builder and the second man to do it in only two contests.
Deep Water is for people with a fire in the belly to rise above mediocrity and change their lives. Deep Water will give you the tools to survive in the most stressful environments. Deep Water will teach you to perform under pressure. Deep Water will cause you break records, while others around you break! Get off the couch and off the beach! Swim out and don’t look back! Save nothing for the swim home!