My Dad Walked The Talk

June 15, 2008 · Print This Article

Some of my very best memories are with my Dad. My Dad is a great man. He’s genuine, charismatic, intelligent, good looking, and very outgoing. And by outgoing, I mean the guy will talk to anybody. He treats everyone with respect. He displays the same assured, intrepid, yet inquisitive demeanor, whether he’s having a conversation with a billionaire or with a homeless person. My Dad took me to professional sports games as a kid and even coached my soccer team. My Dad has always been there for me if I needed him.

I didn’t like following my parents rules; I refused to eat vegetables, I played video games without finishing my homework, I snuck out of the house when I was grounded, I made some bad choices, and I got into lots of trouble. The more my parents told me to do something or to not do something, the more I did the exact opposite. By age 16, I moved out for the second, and final time.

Let me tell you, I was quite a handful.

Rewind to a few years before I reached my angry, rebellious teenager years.

Exercise was such a great way for me to connect with my Dad. I remember my Dad exercising in the mornings, and sometimes at night. I wanted to exercise because I saw him doing it. I didn’t necessarily like to exercise; I did it because that’s what I saw him doing. The push ups and sit ups were hard and I despised running. I just loved to exercise with him.

If he just told he was exercising and then told me that’s what I should do, I would never have gone out there on those crisp fall mornings.

I did it because he did it. I didn’t know why. I was too young to understand and I definitely didn’t care about things like my appearance or level of body fat. I was just imitating. I learned at a very young age what it felt like to challenge my body physically. I pushed my body hard because that’s what I saw him doing.

When I stopped being such an angry teenager, I realized how important those moments with my Dad were.

A short time before I moved out, I was at that age where I did start to care about my appearance. There were many times that I felt fat so, I tried exercising and ended up quitting after a few days, weeks, or months. But I always went back to it. And then, at a certain point, it clicked, and it stuck.

What started as push ups, sit ups, and running with my Dad has turned into a lifelong journey towards physical, emotional, intellectual, environmental, social, occupational, and spiritual wellness. I have learned what it really means to feel good. I have learned that wellness is a journey, not a destination.

I can’t even begin to explain how absolutely thrilled I am with life.

And who would have thought that I would even be making a decent living sharing this passion for self improvement, exercise, and its numerous benefits with other people.

Thank you Dad. Leading by example is the best thing a parent can do.

Happy Father’s Day,



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