If Rip happens to be wrong about a thing or two, it will never matter to the severely autistic little girl on her dad’s shoulders in the attached photo. Riding on her dad’s shoulders is one of the few things that calms her and lessens her stereotypy. Problem is, she’s built like a tank. When she turned four, her dad started telling her he couldn’t carry her because he had a “bad back.” This really pissed her off. Hell hath no fury like a pissed off autistic kid. Then her dad spent about $20 on a blue book. Next thing she knew, her dad was back in the stereotypy-lessening game, carrying her on his shoulders, throwing her in the air, spinning her around the living room. These activities are punctuated by sounds most adults are not blessed to often hear: squeals of delight and deliriously ecstatic laughter.
Rip could be wrong about a lot of things, but the little girl in this photo will always be grateful he taught her dad how to avoid his recurring bouts of shoulder impingement; what it means to set the lower back in extension; what an 'erector spinae' is; that a strong old back is better than a weak old back; and that deadlifts and squats are the key to getting what his daughter’s “special needs” require most from him – strength. Strength in the big muscles, not the “strength” (if it can be called that) he’d been developing over the preceding two decades of on-and-off dumbbell stuff, boot-camp stuff, HITT stuff, p90x stuff, Insanity stuff, etc. That stuff made him feel good about himself, but it didn’t give the girl in the photo what she needed. Rip’s program made him feel even better about himself and it gave his daughter what she needs.
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