I received an early version of Congruent Exercise, as mentioned in Bill DeSimone’s speech at The 21 Convention 2010 of Orlando Florida, just recently. I took some time to scan through it, and thus far, it is exactly the book I, and I think many others, are looking for — and much more. But those comments can be saved for a review. What I wanted to mention today, other than that (according to Bill) the book is in it’s last stretch to home base, completion, is that Bill is a master of his craft.
Bio-mechanics as it applies to exercise.
And not only is he a master of his craft, but he loves his work, in a way and to a degree that most people never experience. This is probably hard to discern from an exercise bio-mechanics book, but if you are a man who loves his work to a similar degree and in a similar fashion, I think you will recognize it all the same.
It’s also inspiring to note how well Bill is able to synthesize the knowledge contained in the book. What is contained in a hundred something, easy to read pages, took Bill a number of irreversible injuries to become interested in, and I think, nearly a decade to formulate out into something so concise.
The fact that his entire industry is still bouncing around on fucking stability balls like coked up telle tubbies is reminiscent of ancient man bumping into a rock wall in a dark cave ten out of ten nights in a row, while Bill sits outside, for the first time in history, next to a bright warm fire, every night.
The difference is night and day (along with other men of the mind like Doug McGuff, Drew Baye, John Little, etc).
Bill’s book is also a vivid reminder that rarely are great men repaid for their efforts in full via money alone. Bill could become a millionaire tomorrow, and while I’m sure he’d like that very much, it still wouldn’t equal the value he’ll produce via his work on bio-mechanics, and the painful injuries it will steer you clear of, and the better workouts you’ll enjoy for the rest of your life.
(Never mind that the money is fiat and based on the subjective whims of fat cat politician collectivists).
— Anthony Dream Johnson