About a month ago, my friend Hank Angell, asked me to lunch. He has given me permission to post this story by the way. We ate and chatted like old friends do, but I could tell something was wrong with him.
Hank and I became great friends riding road bikes together because we spent hundreds of hours pedaling while training to compete in Lotoja, which is a 206 mile race (look up cyclingstrong.com for more info on that). He was a freak on that bike, riding in the rain, snow, and sunshine alike. We shared triumphs and defeats together, but really bonded as brothers by sharing our real-life struggles with one another and we did not have few. The last season he rode, he logged over 6000 miles on a pedal bike, many of which we did side by side, competed in 8-10 events (2 of which he placed in the top 5), and was known in our local area for being a strong rider on the hills, even though his 180lb frame was generally thought too large to climb fast. He stopped riding due to being burnt out, losing his house during the recession, and needing to put his nose into his work, which I am happy to say he has done very well at turning his financial situation around.
When he walked into lunch that day, I thought but did not say out loud, the same line that Edna says to Mr. Incredible when he shows up at her compound to see the new super suit she had designed for him, “My Gosh you’ve gotten fat!” There in front of me was my same great friend, but a totally different man. Although he smiled and carried on fun conversation, I could tell that he was not happy. When I asked him how things were really going, he talked about his business doing well and feeling blessed not to have financial troubles, but in the same breath told me how unfulfilling his work was. He also talked about a longtime personal struggle causing marriage unrest and personal depression. I will let him share details about that if he wants to later. I had been down those same roads in my life and they are pure hell so I invited him to train with me for this fitness competition I am doing and offered to coach him on how to be an expert internet marketer. I knew that he had talent and that if he worked even half as hard at learning my business as he did a few years ago pedaling mountain passes, and commit to put his personal vices behind him, that he would find a niche he loved and could be irrationally passionate about, regain his happiness, make more money, and be a true man to his wife and kids. But would he?
He listened intently as I spoke and I was trying to analyze his thoughts. Then I thought to myself, “It’s a damn good thing I love him like a brother cause I just committed to a huge undertaking if he says yes.”
I would bend over backward for this guy though and was willing to do anything to help him. Before he answered, I said, “Hank, you need this. You need to man up and you deserve to be happy. More than that, your wife and kids need you to be happy and a big part of their lives. You will die young if you don’t change something. So, meet at the gym tomorrow at 8:30 and commit to me that you will give me 100%. I’m going to keep doing this with or without you. I can’t afford to have you be wishy washy.”
He promised to meet me there and did show up. Two weeks later, he agreed to let me take these before pics and post this story. I really believe that he will make some big changes. Isn’t it amazing what we can do when we commit to something with laser focus and are held accountable?
I can’t wait to see how he changes his body over the next few months. More than that, I am beyond excited to see the light return to his eyes and the spark ignite within his soul. Watch his transformation with me as Hank rediscovers his inner beast and becomes a genetic freak with us. Please share this with your best brothers that you love and would do anything to help. What if you can help inspire him to be a better version of himself. I also challenge each of you to find someone to whom you can be held accountable and make yourself better than you are today.