I was once a student of a school where I learned some of the techniques I use in my work to this day. I wouldn't call it a cult but

  • It was pretty authoritarian.
  • Questions were frowned upon, dismissed or answered in the vaguest terms imaginable.
  • All forms of bodily education were seen as inferior to theirs and many were plain dangerous.
  • Students who questioned the teachers in any sustained way were excommunicated. I become one of these. Except I'm a badass so my excommunication was more akin to that of Bane from The League of Shadows in The Dark Knight Rises.
  • The students were told that they would never reach the levels of talent of the master. Pretty shitty teaching if you ask me.
  • There was a mass suicide pact.

That last bit is a joke...I think. I haven't heard from any of my fellow students in a while...

Anyway, beyond me bashing my former teachers' controlling ways under the cloak of anonymity, what I'm want to let you know here is that this cultish environment blinded me to an irrefutable truth.

The way I ended up as a disciple - scratch that - student was after a couple of miraculous healing experiences with the teachers. I was a convert!

I was told that all of my physical athletic desires could come true. Whats more, they weren't so much a case of limitations in my body but limitations in my mind. Those who know me know that my mind is plausibly limited.

I worked diligently, deciphering what I could of their opaque ways. Quickly limitations fell away. I could move further, better and more beautifully.

But the next day I would wake up back at square one or thereabouts. Over and over again. I had not learned what I needed to for these beautiful changes to stay. My mind-body had failed me. 

I was a failure for even wanting progress. Apparently, until I let go of the need to get better, I would not get any better. Many of the students were brilliant at not wanting progress. They could even go for months at a time without doing any practise.  They had detached themselves from wanting to achieve anything or wanting to get any sort of value from their education.

My weak mind couldn't let go. Like an addict, I snook in practise wherever I could. The slithers of athletic progress that I achieved would no doubt have been much more abundant had I maintained the discipline to do no homework, independent learning or practise. I'm sure when the progress of my fellow students comes, it will hit like a blissful tsunami of bodily freedom and enlightenment.

If only I could let go of that poisonous desire. 

When you leave a group, it can take a while to readjust to life outside of it. The nagging doubts and feelings that drove me to question to the point of my exile have surfaced with the passage of time. Their roughness has frictioned on me, flaking off old, dead layers.

I think I'm basically me again now...and I am calling bullshit. This is the irrefutable truth that I was blinded to:

The methods that create temporary performance improvements do not necessarily create lasting performance improvements.

There are techniques that can create rapid change in physical abilities, especially in those with pain, but to move to different levels of performance consistent work of ever-increasing complexity and intensity is required.

Physical skill requires ongoing work.
It isn't like knowing that 2+2=4 and that once you know it, it's always there for you.

If you want to get better, there will be a grind. Sure, make it as efficient a grind as possible but you still gotta put in work.

You may find it hard to believe that I was such a stupid schmuck to be taking in for as long as I was for so long to not see that truth. I find it hard to believe too but it happened and I have emerged to warn you that miraculous effects can be blinding.

No matter how cool their tricks are or how many follow their methods, never be blind to the truth of the grind.

 

Arton Baleci
Float Sting - Sports Performance and Rehab

 

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