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This video is a good example of how people can get things done when it has meaning to them and they believe it can be done. The text in the video pointed out that his surgeons felt his abilities would be limited post surgery. When you have a deeply seated reason for doing something, you can go pretty far despite the naysayers.

This is why goals should be meaningful. There will be people who don't care about your goals or if you succeed. If your goals don't mean much, you will fail. When you care and believe in something, like in the guy in the video, you can accomplish great things. Not only did he recover to lift more than they thought, he got PRs in his lifts.

When something has meaning, I raise the "bar" on getting things done.  My expectations, my bar is raised so high, God gave it a spit shine. In the same vein, something is always being adjusted. That bar may move, or you may move. Smart instructors in college introduced me to the 80/20 rule. So, I understand I'm not always working with that 20%. In order to get my goal, I may have to come in subpar on a few tasks. It is a move I will make to get that goal though.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about compromising morals. I'm talking about working with others and getting back on track. Unless you live in a bubble you will be around that 80% population. Your friends will not always see eye-to-eye with you on all your goals. You will be offered opportunities for failure. The trick is to make compromises that are in good judgment, won't derail efforts, won't change the end goal, and allow you to make progress. You don't have to be perfect, but just check yourself before you wreck yourself.

We make compromises every day in personal relationships. It is not different when we switch to terms of health and fitness. Make resolutions or goals that are meaningful to you and have enough belief in yourself to face the opportunities for failure that will be constantly presented to you.
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