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10 Secrets to Success from Bob Bowman (ASCA World Clinic 2008)

I was recently embarked on a scan and purge marathon and came across a plane ticket to the ASCA World Clinic and happened to turn it over and there was this gem!

Who is Bob Bowman for you non-swimmers? Bob Bowman was Michael Phelp's Coach.  In 2008 I had the pleasure of meeting Bob and listening to one of his talks.  

Without further ado: 

10 Secrets to Success from Bob Bowman 

  1. Think Positive: "Worrying is Negative Goal Setting".  Never give up on anybody [you coach]
  2. Decide upon your true dreams and goals
  3. WIN: What's Important Now
  4. Never stop learning
  5. Be persistent and work hard
  6. Success is a marathon. Never give up.  "Inspiration doesn't happen before the perspiration"
  7. Get all the facts: Everyone is entitled to their own opinion but not their own facts.
  8. Focus your time and money. Don't let others distract you from your true dreams and goals.
  9. Deal and communicate with people effectively.  "My job is to make the worst person on the team improve'' (I just love this quote for coaches of all sports!)
  10. Be honest, dependable, and take responsibility.  "We make the decisions to make our future"

This talk was just after the 2008 Olympics where Michael Phelps won all the medals, so this is a really special find in my notes. I also think it's incredible to see how much these 10 secrets from Bob Bowman are still relevant.




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