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Yup, My Parents Did This

I remember when I was 9 years old, playing on the Yankees in-town Little League team.

It was the playoffs and the Coach pulled me aside and said I wasn’t going to be able to play.

It turned out, that there was some issue with my birth certificate.

My parents had doctored it….

Now, I know what you are thinking….cheaters!  Trying to gain an edge and make sure I was the best.

Well, they were trying to make me my best.

Yet, they doctored it to show I was a year older, not a year younger.  Yes, read that again.

My parents wanted me playing against bigger and better competition.  Perhaps that is where my inner drive started.  I have always sought out a challenge, tried to take on the impossibly hard.

And my parents couldn’t have given me a better gift.

Think about how nowadays, everyone gets a trophy.  This was in the days before all that garbage started, before teaching kids about competition became a thing of the past.

Obviously, this courageous act by my parents had a BIG impact on me, because I remember it clear as day, 30 years later.

We need to challenge those we are trying to lead and teach, rather than trying to make it as easy as possible for them.

Think differently- Kyle Newell

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Enjoy the Power and Beauty of Your Youth

When I was a young boy, I used to contemplate life and death a lot.


Probably more than most people do throughout their entire life.  It had gotten so overwhelming at one point that I would cry every single day after school and before bed.  I could not get my mind around the miniscule time I had here on earth.


And that was when I was 9 or so years old.  Every couple of years, I go through a similar phase.  I don’t cry over death anymore but I do cry over the periods of life that are passing me by.  I cry over the happy memories that I have in my life.  Heck, even writing that is making me cry while I am writing this.


I am 35-years old.  Life is going by like a bullet train.  Devon was telling me about a presentation she attended yesterday in which the presenter said that a recent study showed that people were only present in the moment 53% of the time.  Funny, I had recently read about the same study online and thought to myself: Phewwwy!


First of all, that is an impossible study to undertake.  People will always give the answer that they think is the most appropriate and they will project (like they all do on FB) the perfect life.  Second, I know how much I struggle BEING present and this is something I know and study a lot.


All of the major religions had at their core the ability to be able to be in the present moment.  So simple, yet, so hard.


If you are within a decade of my age, then this will be relevant to you.


It feels like only yesterday that I was in high school, playing basketball.  I remember the last game I ever played in high school in which I was carried by my friends off the court.  I have that photo at my parent’s house somewhere.  A moment that will always be frozen in time in my mind.  I often visualize that scene in the early mornings before visualizing my future.


I think back to growing up in my old neighborhood, the one in which my parents still live.  I think about all the stick-ball games we played with that core group of boys.  I think about playing Man-Hunt late into the night.  I think about carving my initials with my best friend at the time into the freshly laid side-walk (which is still there by the way).


Those were endless summers and times of innocence.


I reminisce about the last summer of baseball I ever played. I was 16-years old.  I didn’t give a hoot about playing high school baseball, but I didn’t want to give up the memories of playing for the township little league and senior league.  I was very aware of playing in the state tournament, trying to make it to regionals and the fact that my ‘little league’ career would soon be a thing of memory.  Yes, I cried when we lost that final game.


Man, this is tough to write (a wise man recently told me that if you can’t cry, you can’t truly write).


It seems like just last week that I was about to graduate high school and then I did graduate.  But it didn’t matter because I had one last summer to spend with my boys.  We went to watch American Pie, which was timely like you wouldn’t believe.  That represented ‘us’.  I still have a special place in my heart and spirit for that movie because it instantly transports me to that period of my life.


Fast forward a few years.  I was now in college.  I hated the first semester.  I was homesick as hell.  But I knew it was just another transition in life and that life was but a series of deaths.  Once one period died off, there was no going back.


And like the blink of an eye, I found myself giving my farewell senior speech to my fraternity.  Yup, you guessed it, I cried, uncontrollably.  It went by way to fast and I fell in love with that place.


I remember having a pizza date with Leo (my grandfather) that first fall out of college, being incredibly depressed because I couldn’t figure out the purpose of life on earth.  He always gave me his ear to listen to my philosophical questions.  Life continued to move forward.


I entered the bodybuilding world.  I think back to how much I learned about my will during that time.  I pushed my body and mind further than I even knew was possible.  It wasn’t the contests that were special to me, it was celebrating with my friends and family.  It was the journey of self-realization.  I went back to the well a few years ago to share the experience with Devon.  Those contests will always hold special memories in my heart.  That was a part of becoming who I AM.


I can transport myself to the day that I proposed to Devon on the river bank just a mile from where we now live. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind, so scared of that next phase of my life.  Yup, I cried and could hardly get the words out of my mouth, ‘Will you marry me?’


Thank God she said yes!  I remember fighting back the tears at our wedding.  I wanted to cry so badly because I was so happy but I didn’t.  I wanted to cry when I was dancing with my mom because of nostalgia but I didn’t.  I should have.


I remember when my brother Shane asked me to speak at his wedding (I guess what he really asked me was to be the best man lol).  I don’t even remember what I said, but I remember FEELING what I said.  It wasn’t a humorous speech; it was one of emotion.  We were no longer boys growing up, we were now men, all of us going our own ways.  Yup, cried uncontrollably again.


I teleport myself to when I ruptured both patellar tendons, 2 and half years apart.  Man, that first time around was one of despair.  I had no reference point.  I had no one to ask advice of.  I was down and out and then I fought back.  I allowed myself to feel self-pity for 2 days and then I was onto one of the greatest self-discovery lessons of my life.  With the help of Devon, I overcame the self-doubt of wondering if my leg would ever be normal again.  Then, as noted above, I competed.  Yes, it was to share the moment with Devon, but it was also so signify putting that horrific injury in the past, putting it in the graveyard even though there were many silver linings to it.


And then, 2 years later, it happened again, the exact same damn injury, this time with Devon at my basketball game in attendance.  Yes, the physical pain was off the charts but I could deal with that. We turned down away the ambulance at that YMCA on that fall night. I knew what it was.  Devon knew what it was.  I remember making it up to the bedroom that night, stopping off at the hallway bathroom.  I was hoping Devon was out of ear shot because I looked myself in the mirror and yes, I cried again.  I couldn’t go through that again.  It wasn’t fair.  She heard me, she came to my rescue once again.


I think back to when I made the decision to leave teaching.  Oh, dear God was that probably the hardest decision of my life.  I had security at a place I loved working with kids I loved.  But life was calling me in a different direction.  I agonized over that decision.  I remember crying on multiple occasions; while writing my letter to the superintendent, while sitting in my principal’s office breaking the news to him that it was time for me to move on.  I remember my last day teaching, the kids coming up to hug me.  I was a bumbling mess.  Life moved on.


I often think about how bizarre my first thought was when I picked up our first baby, Mateena, from the breeder.  Yes, I was ecstatic.  But my main thought was:  These next 12 or so years are going to go by way to fast, like the blink of an eye.  She is laying here next to me, 4 years in already.


I frequently think about the day that Braxton was born.  I knew I would be emotional but this time I made the decision ahead of time that I wouldn’t hold back like I did at my wedding.  I didn’t plan it, but I did know I would be emotional.  I remember seeing the crown of his head and weeping tears of joy.  The nurse laughed and commented, ‘Kyle is crying.  Daddy is so happy!’  And I was and still AM.


Now he is 17 months old.  Time fly’s boy.


I remember at the end of that year at our holiday team party for Newell Strength.  I wasn’t expecting anything from the team but then one of them handed me a large frame that was wrapped in wrapping paper.  I didn’t even finish opening it before the tears started.


Because I saw the picture on the poster.  It was of the PIT, the gym that I had built in my parent’s basement with the words in caption ‘success is deciding to simply begin’.  It made me FEEL all the times I wanted to give up.  All the times I got so burnt out that I decided my dream wasn’t worth it.  It was too much to bear.  It would have been easier to just find a comfort zone and stay there.  But something wouldn’t let me quit.


The point of all this is not to show you how emotional I can be.


No, the point is hopefully for you to realize that life is racing by us.  Time waits for no man.  Right now, you have the power and beauty of youth.  If you are in your mid-20’s, you are at the beginning of it.  If you are in your mid-40’s, you are on the back side of it but you still go it.  Life will go on.  You will one day no longer have the energy and physical strength and glowing skin that you now have.


Memories are being made, breath by breath.  Stop thinking about tomorrow or next week.  Life is NOW.  The moments of today and right now are ones that you will one day look back upon in favor and reverence and say, ‘I remember when…’.


Yes, those moments are right this second.  Live them.  Feel them.  Love them and cherish them.  Experience them and yes, cry about them.  What’s your story going to BE?

What to Do IF You Get Injured?

I am not a doctor nor do I play one on TV.

Although, my mom still says I should go back to med school.

But, I will claim outright that I know more about practical healing than any doctor I’ve come across.

It’s not the doctor’s faults. They have too many areas they are supposed to be experts in. Worse yet, they are fighting against the upstream flow of tradition and dogma.

Lucky for me and you, I broke the mold when it came to thinking about the human body.

In case you did not know, I have two totally reconstructed knees. No, I didn’t suffer an ACL tear, although I that would have been a blessing compared to what I went through.

I actually ruptured both patellar tendons 2.5 years apart from each other. And the tendons didn’t tear like tendons normally tear. Nope. They ripped in half both vertically and horizontally.

Normally a tendon rips off the bone, also known as an avulsion fracture. If you’ve ever know anyone that has torn a tendon, most likely they will tell you there was no pain. That is because the tendon stayed intact.

Well, tendons are LOADED with nerves as they are the power transmitters for the central nervous system. So you may be able to imagine the pain I was in when they both happened. Not to boast, but in addition to that, I tore several ligaments, my knee capsules blew out and my IT band with each injury. Twilight Zone type of stuff.

I am not trying to have a pissing contest with anyone. I am trying to lay the stage down for you to know that I have been injured severely and not so severely in the past and I have come to know some of the best ways to recover from an injury in a hurry.

As far as I am aware of, I recovered faster than any professional athlete or anyone in the world for that matter from anyone that has ruptured a patellar tendon, the most severe of all sports injuries.

But for you, maybe it’s a bad back, maybe a sore shoulder or maybe your knees are bothering you. The severity of the injury doesn’t matter. What matters is that you know how the human body responds to injury and what to do about it.

First, when an injury occurs, inflammation sets in. Inflammation gets a bad rap. Yes, inflammation, chronic I mean, is the basis for disease. However, when it comes to acute injury, we need inflammation as it kicks off the healing process. What we don’t want is swelling.

So right away, you know we do not want to try and limit or stop inflammation. But we do want to stop swelling.

What is the first thing a doctor or physical therapist or weekend warrior going to tell you to do? Yup, ice.


A ha! Therein lies the question. First, it’s important to understand when this phenomenon of icing started. I don’t have my book right in front of me, but I believe it was in the 1960’s, if not the 1950’s.

An adolescent boy was riding a train car and was hanging out of it. His arm, hit a pole and was ripped clean off. There were some doctors nearby and thank God, they know to put it on ice. So the arm was put on ice, the boy was rushed to the hospital along with the arm and they were able to save his arm.

It became a national news story. And the myth of icing for all injuries was born. A little scrutiny would have saved a lot of wasted time on couches for the injured patient in years to come. The ice did its job; it slowed down the blood flow in the dismembered arm. Because it slowed down he blood flow, the tissue in the arm didn’t die and thus, they were able to reattach it.

As you can see, the media completely misapplied the logical thinking and the doctors of the day even bought into it.

When we suffer an injury, the last thing we want to do is to keep blood from entering in. We need blood flow to bring in nutrients and to carry away the bad stuff that is causing swelling. Ice has the opposite effect.

The first thing we need to do is get heat on that puppy to increase the blood flow to the area.

The second thing we need with any injury, assuming you are more than a day out of surgery, is MOVEMENT. Again, this applies even if its something like a chronically bad back that you have had for years. Stillness will wreak havoc on your healing process.

The body is like one big pump. In order to pump the blood and lymph fluid, we need to contract the pump. This can be accomplished by movement and muscular contraction, which will further bring the good healing nutrients to the area and remove the crap ones that are keeping you from healing.

Movement also releases a host of endorphins, which are natural pain killers and feel good chemicals. The brain plays a huge role in how you feel and how you interpret pain.

Movement also increase peristaltic action, which is basically how foods gets moved through your gut for digestion. No movement and this comes to a halt. Not only will this increase your chance of constipation but you won’t be extracting all the nutrients from your food that you need for healing.

Lastly, the only way that a joint can be truly 100% healthy is to move the joint! Ideally through a full range of motion. This brings synovial fluid to the area which is like WD-40 for the joints.

Finally, with healing, use compression when possible. For my knees, I used thick neoprene knee sleeves. This helps with the pumping system and it keeps it warm, both greatly beneficial.

The next time a doctor tells you to ice, tell him to for a hike and ask him why? (Note that the only thing ice is good for are cold adult beverages and for pain killing*).

A Purple Ball, A Mallet and Golf Ball at 5A.M.

For the first 3 days of this past week, I woke up feeling like someone drugged me with Ny-quil.


No, I didn’t take any sleep supplements nor was I hungover.




It was my environment change.  As I was saying earlier in the week, it is very challenging for the brain and nervous system when you change environments.


Most of the time, one wouldn’t notice this, but in extreme circumstances and stresses, such as moving homes, you can’t not notice it.


I managed it as best I could.  I eased back into my morning routine.


I also didn’t try to get as much done for the business part of my life because I knew the juice wouldn’t be there.


But it’s coming back.


Thursday of this week was the first time that I got into my full morning routine groove.


I even added in a little extra since I knew I wouldn’t be making it to the gym that morning.


All in all it took 30 minutes, but it could be modified to fit anyone’s schedule.


I started with a quick shower with my breathing meditation.


Then, I did 100 pushups, 50 body weight squats and 50 burpees.


Next came my favorite part:  I practiced bouncing a golf ball off a mallet, using both hands, followed by rolling my stomach with a soft purple ball and finally I practiced my cursive hand writing with both hands to write out my affirmations.


And today I have been feeling great!


I love my morning routine, but the main point is that you need a routine to start the day.  A way to set your brain on fire if you will.


Or else you will be at the whim of how you woke up that morning, which by default, is usually going to be a negative state.


I gotta run, so I can’t explain it any more right now, but if you want to get one of the last two spots for this month’s ULYIS workshop, check out this link and act while you still can!


Peace – Kyle Newell


Listen to Learn and Learn to Listen

Listen to Learn and Learn to Listen

In the summer before my senior of high school, I was fortunate enough to travel out to Michigan to attend Tom Izzo’s summer basketball camp at Michigan State University.

I was born in Michigan and am a HUGE Michigan State fan, so getting to meet Izzo, his staff and the current players was icing on the cake.

It was at that particular camp that I got to meet my favorite player of all-time, Mateen Cleaves.

You may not be aware of the fact that we named Mateena, our silver lab, after Mateen.

But anywho, the reason it was the best camp I ever attended was because of the teaching style of Izzo.

Everything had a purpose.  There wasn’t one second wasted.

One of the big pearls of wisdom that I walked away with was his saying, ‘Listen to learn and learn to listen.’

So clear, and so simple

Listening is a skill, one that I would call the mother skill of becoming a success.

Too many people don’t know how to listen or they don’t care about listening.  In their minds, they know all the answers already.

I often re-listen to audiobooks, time and time again because each time, I learn something new.

You don’t learn everything the first time through.

Each time I coach someone, I learn something new.  Read that again, I learn something new, not just the client.

In life, I don’t believe that you can stay stagnant.  You are either marching up the hill or you are rolling back down it.

DO NOT fall for the illusion of maintenance and complacency.  They both will lead to mediocrity and as my idol Arnold once said, ‘Average is the worst thing in the world.’

I agree.

Here’s your chance not to be average: come out on Thanksgiving morning for the best Thanksgiving morning workout you’ve ever had.  You will be above average by donating to a great cause (Little Charlie Kroog) and you will be superior to all the couch potatoes that are like sloths on this great holiday.

Boost your brain chemicals first thing in the morning and I can guarantee that this Thanksgiving will be your favorite and most memorable one yet!



Oil and Puke in the Bathtub

Oil and Puke in the Bathtub

On Sunday night, Munchie and I were taking a night time bath together.

We were having a grand old time; we had music playing, I had a beer and he was really enjoying playing in the water.

Before I knew it, he had somehow gotten the top off of the baby oil that Devon normally uses on him in the tub (that’s too girly for me to do).

We had a full on oil slick, just like Deepwater Horizon.

A couple of minutes later, as I was thinking about how to get the oil off of us, Munchie had placed the top of the oil bottle in his mouth.

It’s much too large to choke on, but I guess he activated his gag reflex and next thing I knew, I pulled it out of his mouth and he projectile vomited all over me.

He didn’t bat an eye, he went right back to playing and I was now thinking of how to get the puke that was sticking to us because of the oil, off of ourselves.

We wound up taking a shower right after the bath, a memorable experience that bath was.

Sometimes, you just have to laugh at life.  You won’t always know what is going to happen, as much as you want to control each event, you can’t.

But what you can always control is your attitude.  You can always control your response to any given situation.

Once you internalize that and make it  yours, you realize that you now have total control and power over your life.

Come out and join us for the Thanksgiving morning charity workout.  It’s a blast, some coffee, possible mimosas (?:)), classic rock and a great way to boost your energy for the all-American holiday to follow.  You can reserve your tickets here:


A Real Life Game of Frogger

A Real Life Game of Frogger

There used to be a video game in the 70’s or 80’s called Frogger.

The purpose was to get across the road without getting hit by a truck.

And if you are a Seinfeld fan, you surely remember George Costanza playing a real life game of Frogger while ironically, trying to get an arcade gaming console of the actual Frogger across the street.

I thought it was hilarious.  He would move up, come back, gain ground, lose ground, 2 steps forward, 2 steps back, all the to avoid the oncoming traffic.

Well, last week, Devon sent me to ShopRite at peak time.  When I say peak time, I mean when the rest of the world is there.  A perfect recipe for disaster for my introverted self.

I wore my pseudo disguise: a hoodie, baseball cap and sunglasses (yup, I left my sunglasses on the entire time).

Of course, I saw not one, not two but 3 people that I knew.  All nice people, but I just couldn’t get into a draining conversation.

So a game of Frogger ensued at ShopRite.  I would turn one corner, catch a glimpse of person A walking up that aisle, and quickly do a 360 to go back around the other corner.

I would make it to the end of that row to see person B approaching which meant I would quickly duck down the next nearest aisle.  Person A again, then person C and so on.

I hadn’t been spotted.  I quickly made my way to the self-checkout and slid out the side door.  I know sometimes I am neurotic with social settings, but I was on a mission.

Devon and Munchie were waiting for me to pick them up at the playground.

When I arrived, Devon asked what took me so long.  I didn’t realize I was gone for nearly an hour (although in my defense I did pick up firewood too).

I tried explaining my real life game of Frogger but she just shook her head.

Where have you been running into obstacles in life?

And once you locate those obstacles, are you going to approach them or go down a different path?

Food for thought…

P.S-Before you eat a TON of FOOD on Thanksgiving, you can join us for our Thanksgiving morning charity workout, all the proceeds are going to Little Charlie Kroog.  Reserve your tickets here:


Don’t Impersonate a Police Officer

Don’t Impersonate a Police Officer

About 11 years ago, give or take a few months, a couple of buddies and I went out to grab a bite to eat after our summer basketball league game.

Poppzilla was the driver, the only problem was that his famed mini-van, otherwise known as Sally, was in the shop.

Rather than do the logical thing and have someone else drive, we prodded Popp into taking his brother’s Ford Explorer (somehow, Popp always seemed to be the driver).

On the way back from TGI Fridays, we discovered that his brother had his volunteer fireman’s siren in the glove compartment.

This was too good to be true.

We masterminded a plan which included the ‘Worm’ putting the light on top of the vehicle and making loud siren noises out the window.

Much to our surprise, people were actually pulling over for us.  Hmmm….

This was about to get interesting.  We decided to scout out the local 7-Eleven and wait for some innocent victims.

As luck would have it, the first car we spotted that looked like willing victims were one of my brothers and his buddy.

They pulled out of the parking  lot, we followed and when we got to the entrance of my parent’s neighborhood, we pulled them over.  They were stunned but when they found out it was us, they of course wanted in on the gig, so now we had 6 bigger guys packed into the Explorer.

Back to 7-Eleven we went.

We stalked and then chased down a group of about 8 teenagers.  We waited until we were near some apartment complexes before putting on the ‘siren’ and they proceeded to pull into a parking lot and RUN from their cars into the woods.

Not sure what they were doing that would make them want to run from the cops, but it amused us nonetheless.

Ok, finally, we decide one more.  So we wait and watch for a few minutes before seeing another old friend of mine. He, a buddy and two girls got in the car and proceeded to actually pull into the development in which I now live.

We waited until they got off the main road to put the siren on.  Sure enough, two cop cars pull in behind us with lights blaring.

We were busted.  Popp had to pay a hefty fine and do quite a bit of explaining to his brother.

The  moral is, don’t be something that you’re not.  Sooner or later, someone will catch on to you.

There is nothing quite like living a life of uniqueness and authenticity.

On a closing note, Thanksgiving is fast approaching which means we are going to be having our 2nd Annual Thanksgiving morning charity workout.

Last year, we had 60 people show up!  It’s a $10 minimum donation, the more people that come, the merrier. However, we have to cap it at 100.

This was one of the highlights of  my year last year if that gives you any indication as to how fun and cool it’ll be. And no, you don’t have to be a member to participate.

All donations will continue to go to Little Charlie Kroog as push onwards to raise $5K for him (as of now, we are about 40% of the way there, so thanks!)

Here is the link to reserve your spot:

The Ghost Out In Leftfield

The Ghost Out In Leftfield

A couple of Thursday night’s ago, we were playing in playoffs of the local softball league.

I happened to be coaching first in the second inning or so when I noticed an apparition starting to appear in left field.

Now, the field that we play at has a slow, one lane road that is essentially where a home run would be.

Normally, the outfielders play on the near side of the road as anything hit over the road would be a bomb in softball terms and more than likely a home run assuming the hitter could run anything faster than an 8 second forty yard dash (that is super slow if you aren’t sure).

So the other team’s left fielder, kind of goofy, but I will give him credit that he did make quite a few plays the couple of times we played this particular team is awaiting the pitch, when the guy on our team, sure enough, hits a bomb to left field.

By now, that apparition started coming into focus.  It wasn’t a ghost, but an older guy with a long white beard.  The ball was heading straight for him, but instead of getting out the way like a normal person would do, he decides that he is going to make a play on the ball.

The left fielder had no clue the guy was out there and proceeded to collide with the old man.  Amazingly the old man nearly caught the ball.

And unfortunately for us, he stopped the ball from rolling which meant our guy didn’t get a homerun.

The guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Unless of course, his goal was to catch a fly ball at a local softball game, in which case he was in exactly the right place at the right time.

It’s all about knowing your goals.

The goal is to keep the goal, the goal, at all times.

If are lacking clarity on your goals in life or fitness, then you might want to check out our (3-week test drive).

Don’t be like the old guy in the outfield, although it was one of the oddest yet funniest things that I have seen in quite a long time.

-Kyle Newell


The Last Time I Shed Tears of Frustration

The Last Time I Shed Tears of Frustration

The night of November 7th, 2014.  Coming up on exactly 2 years ago.

That’s the last time I shed tears of frustration.

Devon and I had just turned the ambulance away at the local basketball league I was playing in.  I knew what had happened.

I didn’t need to go sit in an ER for a few hours.

I had ruptured my other patellar tendon, just 2 years after doing the same to my left leg.

When we got upstairs for bed, I made a stop in Devon’s hallway bathroom.  I looked at myself in the mirror and I started to cry.  Real tears.

Devon knew why.  I didn’t have to put it into words.  A part of me was heart broken.  I had triumphed after rehabbing for two years from the previous injury.

Geez, I even competed in two bodybuilding shows for the first time in years the prior summer as a way to complete my comeback.

This wasn’t supposed to happen again, not like this.

I let myself feel pity and sorrow for 5 minutes (listen to one of the upcoming ULYIS podcasts in which I explain why I only feel sympathy for dogs) before hitting the clear button on the calculator of my mind.

I am currently writing the second volume of the best selling patellar tendon rupture book in the world which I created after the first injury.  You see, there is a silver lining in every situation.

Where have you been in need of a ‘clear’?

I’ll be teaching ‘how to clear the calculator of your mind’ at the upcoming workshop, ‘Theater of the Mind’ in a few weeks.  As of last night, I still had 1 or 2 spots left.

-Kyle Newell