Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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What’s Your Excuse?

Glenn Cunningham

I saw a documentary recently that once again washed away any whines, moans, complaints or excuses I might have for why I am not living up to my much greater potential.

The documentary is called The Ironman of Kansas. It’s a remarkable story of courage and determination that, nearly 100 years later, still has the ability to inspire. I have since read more about the story and the courageous man behind it. Let me pass it onto you now.

While World War I raged on in Europe, life back home in the American Midwest went on as normal. Glenn Cunningham was like any other kid growing up in Kansas. He had learned the value of hard work at an early age, as chores were doled out as soon as one could walk. And so, one bitterly cold February morning in 1916, seven-year-old Glenn accompanied his older brother Floyd on the two-mile trek to the schoolhouse to light the stove for that morning’s classes. It was a chore the boys had previously done on several occasions.

This morning, however, something went terribly wrong. The kerosene container used to soak the logs had been mistakenly filled with gasoline. When Floyd dropped a match into the stove, it exploded, engulfing the two boys in flames. His clothes saturated with gasoline and still burning, Glenn ran the two miles back home. It would be the last time he ran–or walked–for three years.
The explosion had ravaged Glenn’s lower body. The flesh on his knees and shins had been eaten away by the flames. The toes on his left foot were gone and the transverse arch severely damaged. His right leg was grossly misshapen, now a full two inches shorter than the left.
Doctors proclaimed him more dead than alive. They recommended amputation. But Glenn’s mother refused to let her little boy lose his legs–not when he had already suffered a much more devastating loss.

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Floyd later died from complications of his injuries. The doctors told his parents they had done all they could. All his parents could do now was keep vigil by Glenn’s bed.
After drifting in and out of consciousness, Glenn awoke to unspeakable pain. He could not move his legs.
 
But he could hear. He overheard whispered conversations between his mother and the doctors. Heard them say he would likely not survive. If he somehow did, he would surely never walk again. Glenn Cunningham was about to prove them wrong…on both accounts.
 
After weeks in the hospital, Glenn returned home, his legs bandaged and lifeless. His parents began a daily routine of massaging his legs to stretch the muscles and restore suppleness to his lower limbs.
“It hurt like mad,” Glenn said,” especially when my father stretched my legs.”
When his father tired, Glenn would ask his mother to take over the massages. When she could not continue, he would do it himself. He was determined to walk again, and he endured the excruciating routine as a necessary evil to realize his goal.
 
In the summer of 1919, three years after the explosion, Glenn began crawling across the yard. He then began dragging himself along a picket fence, willing his legs to function. Slowly, over a period of months, aided by a mother’s encouragement and father’s belief that you should never quit trying, Glenn began to walk. And during those grueling workouts, he made a discovery. “It hurt like thunder to walk, but it didn’t hurt at all when I ran.”
 
So for the next six years he ran. Everywhere. During one of his runs he passed by a local drugstore. He saw medals hanging in the window. They were to be awarded to the best mile runners at the upcoming local farmer’s fair. It was the motivation he needed. He entered the race and won. And kept on running…right into the record books and the hearts of Depression-era Americans looking for inspiration.
 
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Glenn Cunningham is considered by many to be the greatest American miler ever. At Elkhart High School he set a national record for the mile. At the University of Kansas, he set conference records in the half-mile and mile during the 1931-32 season, and then went on to smash the NCAA record at the National Collegiate Meet, running the mile in 4:11.1.
 
In 1932, his win at the NCAA 1500-meter championship earned him a berth on the Olympic team. In 1933, he was awarded the James E. Sullivan Award as the top amateur athlete. In 1936 he qualified for the Berlin Olympics, where he was voted the most popular athlete by his teammates, edging out his roommate, Jesse Owens.
 
At those Olympics, Cunningham was the favorite in the 1500-meter event. But on race day, two uninvited challengers lined up with him in the starting blocks: the cold and rain. Cool weather had always aggravated his leg injuries, and this time was no different. As he ran around the track, he experienced excruciating pain.
 
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“My legs were on fire. The realization enraged me. It seemed so unfair. The anger gave me new strength as I pounded the cinders toward the finish.”
 
Jack Lovelock of New Zealand would ultimately beat him at the finish line. When asked after the race about placing second, Glenn replied, “I feel I ran a fast race. I broke the Olympic record for a mile. Only one person in the world ran faster.”
 
That positive attitude became his legacy. Glenn learned to never quit, never stop believing in yourself… and never stop running the race.
 
Glenn Cunningham
 
After retiring in 1940 with 2 NCAA titles, 8 AAU championships, and numerous world records, Glenn earned a doctorate in physical education. He served as the physical education director at Cornell College from 1940 to 1944 before serving two years in the Navy.
With his second wife, Ruth, he later ran a home for troubled youth on the 840-acre ranch he had purchased in Cedar Point, Kansas. The Cunninghams helped more than 9,000 youths over the ensuing years.
 
And though he never achieved his ultimate goal–to run a four-minute mile–he did achieve the understanding that running is like life: the best strategy is to just run as fast as you can from the very start and keep running through to the end.
Here is an apropos quote from Glenn Cunningham himself:
“If you stay in the running, if you have endurance,
you are bound to win over those who haven’t.”
– Glenn Cunningham
Sometimes victory comes in simply having the courage to run the race…in fighting through the pain that hurts like thunder…and in never, ever quitting on yourself.
“Never, ever quitting on yourself.”
Remember that.
No matter the “excuses.”
You can overcome, rise again and achieve far beyond your current imagination.
Just get up… and run.
 
Darren Hardy

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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Because We Believe



Look outside: its morning
This is a day you'll remember
Hurry, get up and go
There are those who believe in you
Don't give up
Once in every life
There comes a time
We walk out all alone
And into the light
The moment won't last but then,
We remember it again
When we close our eyes.
Like stars across the sky
And in order to shine
You will have to win
We were born to shine
All of us here because we believe
Look ahead and never turn your back
On the caress of your dreams,
Your hopes and then,
Turn towards the day that will be
There is a finish line there.
Like stars across the sky
And in order to shine
You will have to win
We were born to shine
All of us here because we believe
Don't give up
Someone is with you
Like stars across the sky
We were born to shine
And in order to shine
You will have to win

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Complexity and the Ten-Thousand-Hour Rule


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Forty years ago, in a paper in American Scientist, Herbert Simon and William Chase drew one of the most famous conclusions in the study of expertise:
There are no instant experts in chess—certainly no instant masters or grandmasters. There appears not to be on record any case (including Bobby Fischer) where a person reached grandmaster level with less than about a decade's intense preoccupation with the game. We would estimate, very roughly, that a master has spent perhaps 10,000 to 50,000 hours staring at chess positions…
In the years that followed, an entire field within psychology grew up devoted to elaborating on Simon and Chase’s observation—and researchers, time and again, reached the same conclusion: it takes a lot of practice to be good at complex tasks. After Simon and Chase’s paper, for example, the psychologist John Hayes looked at seventy-six famous classical composers and found that, in almost every case, those composers did not create their greatest work until they had been composing for at least ten years. (The sole exceptions: Shostakovich and Paganini, who took nine years, and Erik Satie, who took eight.)

This is the scholarly tradition I was referring to in my book “Outliers,” when I wrote about the “ten-thousand-hour rule.” No one succeeds at a high level without innate talent, I wrote: “achievement is talent plus preparation.” But the ten-thousand-hour research reminds us that "the closer psychologists look at the careers of the gifted, the smaller the role innate talent seems to play and the bigger the role preparation seems to play." In cognitively demanding fields, there are no naturals. Nobody walks into an operating room, straight out of a surgical rotation, and does world-class neurosurgery. And second—and more crucially for the theme of Outliers—the amount of practice necessary for exceptional performance is so extensive that people who end up on top need help. They invariably have access to lucky breaks or privileges or conditions that make all those years of practice possible.

As examples, I focussed on the countless hours the Beatles spent playing strip clubs in Hamburg and the privileged, early access Bill Gates and Bill Joy got to computers in the nineteen-seventies. “He has talent by the truckload,” I wrote of Joy. “But that’s not the only consideration. It never is.”
Recently, there has been some confusion about this argument. Some of the critiques are just bewildering. Here, for example, is a passage from an article in Time a few months ago, which makes me think that there is another Malcolm Gladwell out there, with far more eccentric views than mine, who put on a Halloween wig and somehow conned his way into the Time Life Building:
Based on research suggesting that practice is the essence of genius, best-selling author Malcolm Gladwell popularized the idea that 10,000 hours of appropriately guided practice was “the magic number of greatness,” regardless of a person’s natural aptitude. With enough practice, he claimed in his book Outliers, anyone could achieve a level of proficiency that would rival that of a professional. It was just a matter of putting in the time.
Regardless of a person’s natural aptitude?

A more thoughtful response comes from David Epstein in his fascinating new book The Sports Gene. Epstein’s key point is that the ten-thousand-hour idea must be understood as an average. For example, both he and I discuss the same study by the psychologist K. Anders Ericsson that looked at students studying violin at the elite Music Academy of West Berlin. I was interested in the general finding, which was that the best violinists, on average and over time, practiced much more than the good ones. In other words, within a group of talented people, what separated the best from the rest was how long and how intently they worked. Epstein points out, however, that there is a fair amount of variation behind that number—suggesting that some violinists may use their practice time so efficiently that they reach a high degree of excellence more quickly. It’s an important point. There are seventy-three great composers who took at least ten years to flourish. But there is much to be learned as well from Shostakovich, Paganini, and Satie.

Epstein makes two other arguments that are worth mentioning. The first is about chess. He cites a study by Guillermo Campitelli and Fernand Gobet of a hundred and four competitive chess players. Epstein says that they found that the average time it took to reach “master” status was eleven thousand hours—but that one player reached that level in just three thousand hours. This is variation on an extreme scale. Does that mean that in chess “naturals” really do exist? I’m not so sure. Epstein is talking about chess masters—the lowest of the four categories of recognized chess experts. (It’s Division II chess.) Grandmasters—the highest level—are a different story. Robert Howard, of the University of New South Wales, recently published a paper in which he surveyed a group of eight grandmasters and found that the group hit their highest ranking after fourteen thousand hours of practice. Even among prodigies who reached grandmaster level before the age of sixteen, we see the same pattern. Almost all of that group reached grandmaster level at fourteen or fifteen, and most started playing when they were four or five. The famous Polgár sisters (two of whom reached grandmaster status) put in somewhere north of fifty thousand hours of practice to reach the top. Epstein, similarly, argues that studies show that it takes only four thousand hours to reach “international levels” in basketball. The study in question was of a sample of players from the Australian men’s basketball team. I have nothing against either Australia or Australian basketball. But I’d be a bit more impressed if someone could find a starting point guard in the N.B.A. with fewer than ten years of basketball under his belt. Arguments about what it takes to be an elite performer are less persuasive if the performers being studied aren’t actually elite.

I think that it is also a mistake to assume that the ten-thousand-hour idea applies to every domain. For instance, Epstein uses as his main counterexample the high jumper Donald Thomas, who reached world-class level after no more than a few months of the most rudimentary practice. He then quotes academic papers making similar observations about other sports—like one that showed that people could make the Australian winter Olympic team in skeleton after no more than a few hundred practice runs. Skeleton, in case you are curious, is a sport in which a person pushes a sled as fast as she can along a track, jumps on, and then steers the sled down a hill. Some of the other domains that Epstein says do not fit the ten-thousand-hour model are darts, wrestling, and sprinting. “We’ve tested over ten thousand boys,” Epstein quotes one South African researcher as saying, “and I’ve never seen a boy who was slow become fast.”

As it happens, I have been a runner and a serious track-and-field fan my entire life, and I have never seen a boy who was slow become fast either. For that matter, I’ve never met someone who thinks a boy who was slow can become fast. Epstein has written a wonderful book. But I wonder if, in his zeal to stake out a provocative claim on this one matter, he has built himself a straw man. The point of Simon and Chase’s paper years ago was that cognitively complex activities take many years to master because they require that a very long list of situations and possibilities and scenarios be experienced and processed. There’s a reason the Beatles didn’t give us “The White Album” when they were teen-agers. And if the surgeon who wants to fuse your spinal cord did some newfangled online accelerated residency, you should probably tell him no. It does not invalidate the ten-thousand-hour principle, however, to point out that in instances where there are not a long list of situations and scenarios and possibilities to master—like jumping really high, running as fast as you can in a straight line, or directing a sharp object at a large, round piece of cork—expertise can be attained a whole lot more quickly. What Simon and Chase wrote forty years ago remains true today. In cognitively demanding fields, there are no naturals.

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