The BANG Fitness Blog
How would you describe yourself in some of your daily tasks? Would you be motivated in all of your daily activities? Would you have the talent to achieve them? Do you lack motivation in some of them because you lack the talent (skills/experience) to complete them properly?
Think about the people that you work with (this is one you keep in your head folks, don’t be telling them where they fit in!).
We all know someone that appears to have low motivation to complete tasks and doesn’t seem to have the talent to complete them anyway. These people are the worst that any organisation can have. They drag everyone else down to their level until everyone is miserable. I would go so far as to say that some organisations cater their entire HR policies towards mollifying these people. That is a sure sign of business (and life) failure. Setting your standards to the lowest common denominator will retard growth, dulls any excitement that the staff have and leads to nothing but the same old, day in and day out.
Some people have all the motivation in the world, but still lack the talent, so they are generally of more value to the organisation but require some work on skill development. They can be coached. I meet a lot of these people in my club, they are keen to reach their goals, and simply need some coaching to enhance their skills to match their motivation.
Then there are those that have all the talent in the world but no motivation – these guys are actually some of the hardest to manage, and are very frustrating for an organisation. These guys are very common in life, they’re the ones that start projects and then drop off as quickly as they start, or when they don’t get instant results.
The last type is the superstar – highly motivated and highly talented. Despite what people think, these guys can also be hard to coach or manage as well. Managing their expectations and still providing an opportunity to further develop their skills is a challenge.
Where do you fit in to these models? Are you one type at work, and another at home? At the gym? In relationships? We will fit into these areas, and obviously there are some grey areas where we cross over at some times and with some tasks.
Your mission today is to choose one aspect of your life in which you feel a little disenchanted, and nearly all of us have that feeling somewhere in our lives. That’s not wrong, it’s human behaviour. Think about where you would put yourself in the chart above, and then think about what it might take to move you towards the high motivation/high talent box.
Even the low motivation/low talent people aren’t lost completely. They may just need to understand what their drivers are, and decide if they want to increase one or the other factor. It will take time to develop either, however we can all gain both over time.
You are a work in constant progress. If you reinforce the message that you are poorly motivated, or lack the talent you need, or both, you’ll continually put the barriers in place to ensure that stays the same. If you can find the key to change just one factor, you may just become a superstar yet.
If you want to be.
Why elephants don’t read gossip Magazines
OK, so apart from the obvious, that they can’t read….
I went to the Melbourne Zoo recently and saw the new baby elephant that had been born. Cute and lovely and all that stuff but it did get me to thinking.
The cow (yes, that’s the mummy elephant, not the dairy cow – stay with me here), was very protective, making sure that the baby was always in the shade and even at this early age was showing the baby how to scoop up some dust and throw it over its back. Did you know that elephants do that as a form of sun protection? No? Well, it sort of matters a bit.
We teach our kids all manner of things from the day they are born, some of it consciously such as how to do up shoelaces, and some of it unconsciously, such as how to behave around others and how to prepare meals etc. Some of that we actually talk to the kids about, and some of it we just do and they observe.
Kids, despite the fact that they pretend otherwise, are very observant and are visual animals. They watch, they learn. At different times of their childhood they will be hungrier for knowledge than others, or for different types of knowledge.
Remember, if you have them, when your kids went through a stage of asking, “Why?” after every sentence? Drove you nuts most likely. But that was the kids trying to form a picture of their world and the rules we apply to it. Everything you said, was followed with, “But why?”
Do you remember when your kids stopped asking “Why?”? You probably don’t, it was just a relief to not have to answer questions like you were being interrogated by the CIA.
Part of the reason for that is you were teaching your kids stuff, and they didn’t have to ask why any more, you were showing them.
Now imagine if our elephant mum read the gossip magazines or the weekly publications that promise a bikini body in seven days. Yes, you thought about elephants in bikinis. The message from the magazines would be that the elephant was a social failure for a number of reasons. Let’s think about what an elephant looks like for a minute:
Stick out teeth
Floppy tummy (you try carrying a baby that weighs 130kgs)
Excess body hair (I’ve ridden one, they have hair on their heads in weird places)
We know that the elephant has all these features as evolutionary requirements for survival, and we never question them, but more importantly, the elephant doesn’t complain about them to her girlfriends in front of the kids or partner, and doesn’t head for the pantry because she doesn’t feel good about herself. She just gets on with eating as required without thinking about it, and eats the variety of foods that will sustain her.
How do you approach the same thing if you have features that the magazines tell you are undesirable? If you have a bigger bum, or your skin isn’t blemish free, and you don’t look like the genetically gifted half a dozen people that we see recycled constantly in magazines, out of 7 billion people on the planet.
You complain about it in earshot of the kids, or worse, you set about eating the very foods what will exacerbate the big bum and blemished skin and excess body fat. You don’t even need to tell the kids “Why”. You just lead by example and they learn. Boy, do they learn.
So my message to you is to start acting like an elephant!
Eat the foods that will sustain you for what you need to do, not until the end of next week.
Be aware of answering your kids’ questions, even when they don’t ask them out loud. They’re always watching and learning from you.
Stop thinking you have to look like a genetically gifted minority of the population, accept that you’re you and you’re different from everyone else.
And stop reading gossip magazines. They really are rubbish. Spend time with your loved ones instead of pretending you live in Hollywood.
Because if you don’t, then that elephant may just be smarter than you!
A special experience
It’s about 30 degrees at 1am when the alarm goes off, and yes, you have only been asleep for about 2 hours. Whilst not exactly bouncing out of bed you’re up and about and before long our driver Komang is waiting for us at the front of the Villa.
A drive through Denpasar at 2.30am is surreal to say the least, in a city where the cars often create five lanes of traffic on a three lane highway, we are one of the few cars around, until we drive past the markets, people milling around, getting ready for what promises to be a long day. It’s a reminder that although we are in Bali for a week of Adventure, fitness and relaxtion, the world still goes to work, people still bargain and barter to pay their bills, wanting nothing more than to feed their families and make a few extra rupiah to buy their kids the things ours often take for granted.
On through the colder mountain areas, the temperature dropping to around 17 degrees, and Komang is complaining how cold it is. He’s never climbed Mt Batur before, but he is keen to see what the fuss is about. In a few hours he won’t be quite so excited about it all.
We get close to the town of Kintimani, and we are reduced to almost a crawl, with thick cloud covering the road. A simple message asking Komang if he has ever driven in conditions like this, common place in Australia elicits a one word answer, “No”, whilst looking at me. A quick suggestion that he focus on the road again and we keep going, crawling behind some slow trucks that are already on their way to the bottom of Mt Batur where the volcanic rock is mined and taken to make all manner of things, including bricks and tiles seen in some of the temples elsewhere on the island.
We arrive to the tourist office, the next available guide beckons us to follow him on his motorbike and we head off to the carpark, make our introductions and find our guide Nyoman has had a four month break from guiding, but has over 20 years experience. The fact that he is wearing jeans and we are wearing shorts, we shrug our shoulders at.
We push on and before long Komang is asking how long we have been walking for. The news that it has been 15 minutes doesn’t sit well with him but we plod on, walking along what we later realise is simply a dirt path past some villages, using our torches to make sure we don’t take a tumble in the dark.
Soon enough the going gets a little steeper and we are introduced to another guide, and informed that he will carry our drinks, what they mean is he will carry soft drinks we are expected to buy from him later on, but he does his job and helps us all get up the steep incline and work our way past some slower moving groups. Eurpoeans that have all the trek gear and poles, people wearing dresses, some kitted out as though they are about to scale Everest.
Our mission is to reach the peak before sunrise, so we can watch that magnificent sight overlooking Lake Batur and towards Mt Abang, and behind it the sacred Mt Agung, all 3000 metres of it. Apparently you have to start climbing that at 1am to reach the peak by sunrise, and already the plans are hatched to get that one done next trip.
There is suddenly a shift in the light, and what previously felt like a massive presence in front of us starts to take shape, and looking back down we can see the procession of people below us snaking their way up the mountain, their torches making a fairy light dance as they trudge their way up.
We pick up the pace, a few of our group going a little slower, but anxious not to miss the sunrise a couple of us push politely some people taking a breather, and then we are suddenly at a guest house area, where a group of people have congregated. This is apparently the end of the road for many people, with a few hardy souls prepared to push on another 20 minutes of hard scrabble up to the real peak. We are going hard now, anxious not to miss this experience, and it takes me back to some nasty hills on the Kokoda Trail, pushing through because there isn’t any other way to the top.
And we are there, and just in time to see the sun slowly rise. The cloud at 1717 metres is inconsistent, and the entire bowl of the volcano is obscured. But for brief moments we can see across the lake at what is a stunning view, we are all pretty damn proud of ourselves, and there are hugs all round for us. Even Komang has made it as far as the guesthouse , below, and Lyne, 65 and a veteran of my previous Kokoda Trek appears below us, having shown the same determination that saw her complete that trip the year before.
Feeling pretty damn proud of ourselves, we get the photos done, some video and are then asked if we want a coffee and a hardboiled egg from the elderly lady that has climbed the volcano an hour before we arrived carrying eggs, bread, milk, bananas and firewood. The fact that she is about 80 stuns us and puts us back in our place very quickly, full of admiration for the Balinese spirit, their willingness to do what has to be done to get the job done.
We spend a few minutes at the peak, enjoying our efforts and then make our way down, passing a troop of monkeys that call the mountain home, passing within a few feet of us. These are not the feral critters that roam the Monkey Forest at Ubud, these are truly wild creatures that will respond to aggression in the only way they know how. So we make like statues until they pass serenely by us, and we continue down, getting a few more snaps to record our first volcano climb, all the while looking across at Mt Agung and determined to add that to our list next time.