We all have a thing don’t we?
Something which we are known for?
Something which makes us stand out from all the other coaches, experts, speakers or entrepreneurs?
Am I talking about a niche? Am I talking about a Gimmick? Am I talking about personal brand stuff?
Well, it kind of doesn’t matter, as long as it helps to differentiate you, AND (and this is the important bit) it helps your customers and clients to take action.
So let me give you some examples…
I have a friend and fellow health coach called Melissa Wells, she does a self love challenge on line and on Day 1 she gets her followers to buy themselves flowers, as a reminder that they are worthy of being loved, and that where possible should surround themselves with things which bring them joy. When I first did this challenge I realised,
I never by myself flowers, yet I love receiving them
So now, most weeks I buy myself flowers…and I have Mel to thank for that.
And on to my underwear drawer….cos you knew I was going to go their right?
Another coach I follow is a lady called Denise Duffield Thomas who helps women to address their money mindset issues. In her bootcamp programme she gets us all to upgrade our underwear drawer, and literally it is the funniest week with women posting things like,
Look at the these beauties
While posting photos of panties in all kinds of distress
My ex husband bought these for me in the 80s why do I still have them?
As a coach she gets us to think about something we all have (underwear) and she gets us to take action (by chucking out the old and buying new ones) and so forever more I will associate the upgrading of my pants with this woman…and never again will I think so badly of myself not to own gorgenous undergarments.
And now onto things which BUZZ…yes I am going there.
Imagine the scene, a tall handsome German guy arrives into the scene, and after a well pulled together talk he pulls out of his bag, a BIG yellow buzzer.
A buzzer that once you push it says,
I met Ilja at a Professional Speakers Association meeting that I myself was speaking at too, I didn’t know who he was before, but we have since become friends and may, in fact, be giving a shared talk in the states later this year.
Ilja Grzeskowitz is an award winning Keynote Speaker and bestselling author of nine books, who has given presentations in fifteen countries on four continents. As a change management expert he inspires, influences and motivates leaders, entrepreneurs and employees to combine innovative thinking with taking massive action.
His buzzer is a visual aide, and a reminder to the thousands of clients he speaks to (who all get one of his yellow buzzers) to take action, and it 100% differentiates him from the other keynote speakers out there.
So what’s your thing?
What are you going to be known for?
How are you going to motivate your tribe into taking action?
How are you going to get people to love who you are, what you do, and what you stand for?
Me personally? Its words, or seeing as its Valentines Day here in the UK lets call it poetry.
I am a blogger, a speaker, a writer who has a way with words. I have been able to grow a powerful tribe of followers, fans, customers and partners through the power of words.
Yes, I have provocative branding
Yes I have a love of the F word
Yes I’m different because of my East End roots.
But my thing….is most definitely my ability to use words to share my vision with the world, helping people to buy into the ideas I have, and therefore come on a journey with me.
Isn’t that we all want as business owners?
Would you like to know more about how to levergae your personal brand and the things which make you YOU, to build and monetise a loyal community of customers and clients, who keep coming back?
Tribe Builder is a 8 week programme, with an ongoing business mastermind, for business owners who want to make more money and more impact online.
There are 10 spots left, and you have until 22nd February to take advantage of the Payment Plan.
Check out www.tribebuildernetwork.com
Have you ever looked at your work plan for the day and been so terrified of what it entails that you instead make a cup of tea, grab the peanut butter and oatcakes and lose yourself for the day on the sofa with Netflicks.
Give me a blog to write, a programme to deliver, an audience of 1000 to speak to, a challenging client to attend to and everything is gravy.
But ask me to reach out to my colleagues, connections and friends for a bit of help and man oh man it’s all over.
I know that asking for help is what we should all be doing. No man is an island and all that jazz, but the fear is just so powerful.
- What if they ignore me?
- What if they say no?
- What if they say yes but secretly hate me?
- What if they talk about me behind my back?
- What if they lose trust in me as a business owner?
- What if they realise I don’t always have my shit together?
You see I have always been fiercely independent.
I’ve always had to be…I haven’t got time to wait for someone to come save me…if something needs doing, I will find a way of doing it and just get on with the job at hand. But that can be exhausting, especially if you have massive goals like I do.
I know now that I can’t reach the level of success I want without utilising my network, reaching out for support.
So…yesterday wasn’t a complete write off.
For a start I wrote down a list of people who could potentially help me with a new business venture I am trying to get off the ground and made a start by contacting the least scary person on the list, my wonderful friend and colleague Pam Burrows – The People Booster who was of course as supportive as I knew she would be.
But it still wasn’t enough for me to tackle the rest of my list.
No I would need something else to boost my confidence.
So I did what I always do in these situations….I took to Facebook.
“Why is asking for help so Damn hard?” I asked.
What followed was a string of comments from 20+ friends and colleagues, people I respect dearly, people who couldn’t help but let me know I am not alone.
A new business colleague Connie said,
Asking for help is hard because your tribe holds you up to a higher standard and now you are fearful they will look at you as weak, not a strong tribe leader.
Ain’t that the truth.
My lovely friend and fellow coach Joanna Hunter said,
I think in society we are taught to accept only perfection, (that is obviously getting better but its deeply ingrained) so to ask for help for some is like admitting your less than perfect, we are so conditioned to not show any vulnerability or flaws in the perfection – it becomes this ego battle with oneself to not ask for the help even though you know you deeply need it.
However one of the greatest acts of self love is to allow yourself to ask for help you need followed by allowing yourself to accept it in
And yet the fear is still there.
People often describe me as fearless, but I 100% am not. I do things which make me appear fearless perhaps, but even those are driven by a powerful underlying fear, which is about not living a life which is insignificant.
So I guess fear doesn’t have to be a bad thing hey?
My fear of being broke and losing my home when I got made redundant prompted me to start a business, my fear of never having a night off as a single mum prompted me to get a babysitter one night a week, my fear of always having to do the dishes (the struggle is real) prompted me to get a cleaner.
So today I faced my fears.
I contacted more than 50 people on my list. I reached out. I asked for help. I offered to jump on phone calls (one step up in the fear ratings) in many cases I was open and honest about my apprehension about asking for the support.
And guess what?
People have started to offer their support and it feels super good.
The next step is to silence the mind monkeys that tell me “I now owe them something” or “what will I need to do in return?”
I realise looking back at those Facebook comments that 90% of them were from women, not sure if that is indicative of a gender difference or just the way it landed.
One of the best comments was from a bloke though, my pal (and flipping incredible photographer) James Burn who said…
Bloody pride that’s what. Stupid ass pride / ego
Couldn’t have said it better.
A massive thank you to everyone who has offered to support me in the launch of my new venture Tribe Builder. I have been growing and building tribes (online and off) for more than 20 years…I know my stuff.
But getting it out to the people who need to see it, in the short window of time I need to make this happen…well I just couldn’t do it alone.
The good news? Inquiries are starting to come through, and I’ve already had 4 women sign up which is awesome…as is the fact I haven’t reached for the peanut butter or the remote control today.
Don’t be afraid to ask for help.
Remember, your tribe is probably bigger than you know, and they are more willing to help than you might expect.
If you are a female business owner who would like to understand more about how to build a community of loyal customers, partners and fans to grow your business, make more money, and ultimately have more impact in this world then get in touch.
Tribe Builder starts on the 4th March…and I am 100% adding a bonus module on effective ways to ask for AND accept help
It’s not often I talk about my running on this website…normally I save that for my other business venture www.toofattorun.co.uk
I am a runner. I have run hundreds of races all over the world. I write books about running. I have helped thousands of women across the globe to thrive and survive and thrive in the sport of running.
I am 100% a runner.
But…running is only part of the story.
I set up my blog The Fat Girls Guide to Running in 2010 after coming last in a race. I set up that blog not because I wanted to build a business, or become some kind of guru, I set up that blog because I felt incredibly alone.
I literally did not know any other runners who looked like me.
In fact I knew very few people who ran full stop.
I set up my blog almost 10 years ago because I wanted to connect on a human level with other people who could sympathise with my situation, who I could share my experiences with, where we could get stronger and eventually perhaps help others feel less lonely.
People often ask me why I run.
It is not because I love the action of running that’s for sure…most of the time I hate it. But what I do love is the community around the sport that just feels incredible when it shows itself in its best light.
When there is no competition, no power struggle, no them and us. When we all come together as equals with a shared goal and just do something ridiculously fun, and for a good cause. Thats when in feels good.
Yesterday morning my alarm wen off at 7 am and it was minus 2 degrees outside. I got up had breakfast got dressed and made my way into central London along with 20,000 other runners who were braving the cold to run the Cancer Research 10K Winter Run event.
This is the 5th year I have done this event, and I keep coming back.
Because it is 100% an example of people coming together with a shared goal. Everyone plays their part. The run organisers, Westminister Council, the sponsors, the runners, the spectators, the entertainment around the course, and the people who donate to all of the fundraisers taking part in the event.
Oh and their volunteers dress up as polar bears, wolves and penguins…whats not to love?
For the past few years I have run a meet up for the women in my running community, and anywhere between 10 and 20 of us will gather across the road from Charing Cross station and have a bit of a natter before making our way to the start line.
These are women who only know each other from a Facebook page….many have never met in real life before.
Women who quite often have issues with anxiety, and feelings of not being good enough.
But our community is like a family, and we support each other and do everything we can to make them feel safe and a valued part of the team.
A funny thing happened while I was running yesterday.
A funny thing between myself and another lady from my group Natalie.
We didn’t plan it, it just happened, and it changed the race for both of us. It might sound simple to you, but for us it was MASSIVE.
Firstly, we both run the whole 10K without walking…for her this was the first time ever and for me, I was in no way thinking I would manage it after coming back from flu at the beginning of the year.
The more shocking thing was we ran together.
We literally run the 75% of the race side by side. We chatted a little. We spent some time quietly plodding along. But we ran together nethertheless. At around 7 and a half kilometers Natalie found some speed, and a group of runners got in between us and she went off into the distance, but let me tell you having that company gave me the confidence not to stop and to keep pushing forward.
We spoked about it briefly on the tube home.
And then yesterday in my group she posted,
I’ve never run that distance before without stopping and would never have been able to do it without you beside me. As someone who is a staunch solo runner, today was a real pleasure and I learned how the right support can enable you to go much further than you imagined. I’ve never enjoyed a running experienced as much as today it wasn’t fast but felt strong. I actually think I enjoy running
There is an old african proverb that says,
If you want to go fast you go alone and if you want to go far you go together
This is not just true in the sport of running, it is true everywhere.
The power of community, or doing things collectively, of having a team, a mastermind, some business buddies…its is EVERYTHING.
The work I do with Too Fat to Run (which is about to become a social enterprise) is never just about the running.
It is about the power of togetherness, about using that collective power for good. That is what business should be about. Yes, of course, lets make money and work towards improving our lives…but lets not forget that business can also be a vehicle for so much more than that.
I have spent more than 20 years of my life bringing people together.
I am an expert community builder…that is my new self appointed job title and I’m sticking to it.
In March I will be starting a new programme for female entrepreneurs to help them build powerful communities of followers, fans, customers, clients and partners…to help them grow the kinds of businesses that really make a difference in this world.
Check out this link for more information, and drop me a line if you have any questions about your suitability for the programme.
And maybe I will see you at the start line of a mass participation race (of one kind or another) very soon.
It’s Monday the 14th, and I have flu.
No REAL flu.
That wonderful plan for my business I worked on at the back end of 2018 is busy collecting dust, and my plans for running every day in January are well and truly scuppered…and guess what?
I’m kinda happy.
Did I want to get the flu? Nope. I’m not good at being unwell…but if anything this enforced rest has been good for me.
Now when I say rest, let’s be clear, I am a single parent to an almost 6 year old little girl…so there is never any real rest, but I have limited my business output the last 10 days, gone to bed at a reasonable time, done no exercise (which is unheard of) and prioritised only the stuff that was 100% critical.
So…here’s the thing about this time of year.
Lots of us see a new year as a new start. Even if you don’t believe in resolutions (which I don’t) it is still really easy to get roped into committing to new habits, behaviours, projects, business ventures, decluttering….oh and isn’t it all about the decluttering right now?
What we seem to forget though is January is actually a really tough time of year to commit to and follow through on a lot of this stuff, it’s cold, we are broke, there are always loads of bugs flying around, and we have a tendency to over commit…we want to do everything in one go.
Then we don’t manage to, we end up feeling shit about ourselves, like we have failed.
Don’t get me wrong…I did do a whole heap of planning in the lead up to the new year but this was for a couple of reasons
- January is always my busiest time…for both my fitness and life coaching stuff…so I have to be organised and have a plan.
- I have a planning cycle that sees me do this level of planning 4 times a year anyway, on a rolling 90 day, 12 week cycle. So yes in the spring I will do this again, and in the summer and in the autumn. The January stuff isn’t more or less important…it’s just what I do, and the demand is higher.
- I have some big personal goals which I want to address this quarter and that means doing some major decluttering, and redecorating of my flat so that I can put my home on the market
Oh and I’m training for the London Marathon….there are just 15 weeks left until that.
So yes…I was planning to fire on all cylinders in January
But it wasn’t to be.
The bug has wiped me out, it has forced me to slow down, and in many ways, it has been great, because despite being ill I have still managed in the last 14 days to
- Deliver an EPIC keynote at Birkbeck University
- Host an Ice Cream Parlour Party for my almost 6 year old
- Lead a 100 strong cohort of women through my Dare to Dream Programme
- Recruit 200 women to take part in my 5 weeks to 5K programme which starts today
- Honor most of my 121 client calls (via Zoom)
- Sign 11 ladies up on to my Living a Bigger Life Mastermind
I’ve made more money in the last 14 weeks as I did in the first quarter of 2018…and most of that from the comfort of my own home, while not feeling 100%
Now this is for a few reasons, but mainly it is because over the last 18 months I have been repositioning my business to make it work for me, based on my values, where I protect it’s number one asset (urm ME!!!) whereby I don’t have to be rushing around to keep everyone happy, where I can take time off to be ill, or to deal with family stuff.
This January, I realise how far I have come, when I can literally look at my lovely content plan and say to myself,
“Its OK if I don’t achieve all of that stuff…everything will work out OK anyway”
When I can throw my bullet journal to one side knowing that Yoga every day just wasn’t to be…but come on lets face it yoga isn’t going anywhere is it, it will still be here in February.
I know I can make up time later in the year, I know there is no rush to do everything now.
In years gone by I would have thrown all my toys out of the pram by now, declared to the world how unfair it is I have to do all of this alone, believe that I am cursed, and destined to be poor and alone and unwell ha ha
The 2019 version of Julie has faith that everything happens for a reason, and is able to look objectively at what is going on in her life and her business.
So no matter how rough the last two weeks have been for you, no matter how many resolutions or goals you haven’t stuck too, how little you have achieved…know that you have plenty of time too.
The year is not ruined, it’s barely begun.
The best-laid plans are not those that happen at a certain time of year, diets don’t work because you start them on a Monday, you haven’t wrecked everything with one glass of wine….and you are not a bad person if you decided you couldn’t face turning vegan just yet.
Think about what you HAVE achieved over the last 14 days.
- Who did you make laugh?
- What great food did you prepare?
- What wonderful conversation did you contribute to?
- What mini decision did you make?
- What idea has popped into your head?
- What have you let go of?
There is still plenty of time to make an impact this year, don’t beat yourself up by putting unnecessary conditions, rules and boundaries in place that make you feel like you have failed before you have even begun.
On Monday 28th December I start a brand new cohort of my Living a Bigger Life Mastermind where I work with women on their plans for the year. We use this 90 day planning cycle and get women really tuning into their values to work out what exactly it is they want to achieve this year.
We create a community where we celebrate wins and work through challenges, where we don’t let despair last for too long, where we understand this is a long game, not about short term wins.
If you would like to start 2019 with a more sustainable approach, one where we can ease into the year with clarity and a sense of playful exploration, then check out what the Mastermind is all about.
Feel free to drop me a line to firstname.lastname@example.org if you are interested. I am happy to jump on a discovery call to talk through what you would like to achieve this year, and how we might do this together.
Breathe…the year hasn’t even really started yet…now where’s that TV remote???
I got my first official job when I was 13.
I worked in Forest Gate Wimpy for £1.50 cleaning dishes, serving customers and occasionally on a Saturday dressing up as Mr Wimpy and playing party games with children who were high on chocolate sundaes.
As difficult as I was as a child you could never call me work shy.
I did all kinds of jobs to make sure I had money growing up. Checkout assistant in a supermarket, theatre usher, salad packer, barmaid…you name it I have probably done it for a bit.
So you might think I would be a bit overwhelmed and perhaps a little embarrassed walking into Stratford Job Centre aged 36 to sign on. But I wasn’t really, I just saw it as a bit of a new adventure. I figured a couple of months with some extra cash now my maternity pay had stopped would come in handy, and I assumed the advisors there would get me back into employment in no time.
Sadly they just didn’t know what to do with me. I had close to a year ago been made redundant at 7 months pregnant from a managerial position in a local authority working on the 2012 Olympics, and when they looked at my colourful and varied CV showing 20 years of employment I almost wondered if they thought I was making it all up.
The first few weeks of signing on were a little annoying but bearable. Rose was still very small but there was no lift to get to the second floor where you had your interviews, so I had to carry her up, with all my bags etc…and trying to keep a toddler quiet and out of trouble while you are explaining for the fourth time that a retail job just wasn’t going to work, became a little trying.
It was the way people spoke to me that really started getting me annoyed. They expected me to understand the system…using phrases and terminology that only the hardcore unemployed would know…I was new to all of this, so then the staff would often turn to sarcasm or tell me that this had all been explained to me before when it hadn’t.
I played the game though…looking for proper employment the way I knew how to. I mean I hadn’t been out of work EVER as an adult, something had always come along, and I often went from job to job with nice little promotions and pay rises along the way. I thought I was reasonably employable.
“Oh but you haven’t been using job search,” the woman said to me one day.
“Erm no, I haven’t…there are no jobs over 20K on job search” followed by “plus the kinds of employment I am looking for just aren’t listed there”
“Well, Julie your circumstances have changed now you might have to be more flexible” she said.
There was no way I was going to take a pay cut of more than 50% and move into an area of work I wasn’t interested in, it just wasn’t going to happen. So a battle of wills started to take place each fortnight, with myself and the advisor going round and round in circles. I did go for one job interview. It was an interesting job, part-time and a low salary but I figured I could top it up with some freelance work. But I didn’t get it…I still to this day think it was the cheap suit the Job Centre had paid for that did it….not to sound ungrateful but my old suits didn’t fit me anymore and I didn’t have the cash to buy another…so I had to go to their preselected stores and choose one. Urgghhh.
It all came to a head one day when I went to sign on one day, it had been raining outside and I was a bit hot and flustered as Rose was playing up a bit and when I asked at reception if I could go up to sign on they said that my claim had been stopped and I would have to wait a certain amount of weeks to reapply (I can’t remember the details now…I think I have blocked it all out)
At first, I was calm and asked if I could speak to an advisor about how it would affect my housing benefit and council tax relief but they refused and said I could phone instead. Jobcentres don’t pick up the phone…or maybe it was just me…maybe they just didn’t pick up for me. I just wanted to know on what grounds they had cancelled my claim…I wanted to see that advisor and have her explain it to me to my face.
And in that moment I became THAT person.
If you have ever signed on or been in a government building around people trying to get their life back together, you will know THAT person.
It’s the person that just loses their shit.
Now I am not an angry person, in fact I am quite reserved…don’t like to make a fuss…but I was done with being treated like a nobody. Now I understood why the place had security, and why 2 out of the 3 phones on the wall had been ripped out of their sockets and were no longer in use.
“I am a person” I screamed.
“I am a real fucking person, can’t you just treat me like an actual person?”
And that’s when the three (yes three) security guards who I had seen for the last six months and nodded at, walked over to me and firmly escorted me out of the building.
My face was red, my eyes were brimmed with tears and my heart was pounding…I was so bloody angry.
I was angry at them, but also I was angry at me.
I had completely lost any sense of who I was. I had nothing to cling on to. No job. No social life. A relationship which was fast falling apart. I had never felt so alone in all of my life.
The following week I was asked to come back into the job centre as there had been a mistake and I would be allowed to sign on afterall.
Part of me didn’t even want to go back in that building.
But I had to.
I was on a mission. Unlike any, I had ever been on and not to go and cause a riot.
In the week gone past I had found out that there was a scheme, you could be referred to from the Jobcentre if you were interested in starting up your own business…and I was interested in setting up my own business…boy was I ready to start up my own business.
I had been writing a blog for a number of years and had built up quite a following…I just had to work out a way to monetise it.
What followed was 6 months of filling in forms, creating a business plan, attending workshops which were so piss easy it was a joke…and then finally in June 2014 I received £2500 start-up loan and Too Fat to Run was born.
I felt like I was a somebody again.
Look guys, this isn’t your typical rags to riches story…cos damn I am nowhere near rich yet, but every day I walk past that building I am reminded of how close I was to losing everything and hitting rock bottom…I was literally weeks away from losing my home, the home I had worked for 10 years to achieve, I was considering using the local food bank…shit, I didn’t even have a flipping pair of jeans that fitted me.
It is a million miles away from where I am today, just 4 years later, but I am reminded so often now that all you need is an idea and someone to believe in it, to help you out of the hole you can often find yourself in when life takes a nose dive like mine did.
I am also reminded that some people go through that shit week in week out, dealing with being spoken down to and not believed when they say they are looking for work…it is enough to break you, seriously it really is.
Today has been a momentous day for me, just like that day was when I got unceremoniously kicked out of my local jobcentre, a day which I think I will look back on as the day it all changed.
Today though has been an ordinary day though in many ways. I woke up late, spent the day at my desk barely taking time for a break, I picked Rose up from school went and did some shopping, came home cooked and played with Rose until it was time for me to go and do CrossFit…I am marathon training at the moment in case you didn’t know.
And then at 10pm, I sat at my desk looking for the message I had been anxiously dreading all week.
The website is done…its up…its ready to share.
My new business venture which I have been working on for the past 12 months was finally ready to launch into the big bad world….and it hit me like a train.
4 years ago I was Julie Creffield, an unemployed new parent who had completely and absolutely lost her sense of direction in life.
Today I am Julie Creffield, CEO & Founder of a global company, author of 8 books, ultramarathon running, award-winning blogger….oh and transformational LIFE COACH!!!
I am a somebody. A somebody on a mission to change the bloody world.
I help ordinary women who are a little bit lost like I was to do extraordinary things with their lives. I help brilliant women work out what it is they really want and then give them the tools to do it. I help women live healthier, happier, wealthier, more adventurous lives…and in the process of doing that, I make sure I never have to go in that bloody Jobcentre or any other one like it ever again.
I didn’t want to write this blog post today.
Today, I didn’t want to write anything.
In fact I am so exhausted by tapping on my keyboard I wonder if I will ever find the love for writing again.
Why is this you may ask?
Well for the last 21 days I have been steaming ahead with writing my latest book “The Fat Girls Guide to Marathon Running”
Now normally I give myself a good few months to complete my books, (I currently have 6 books on running and health on Amazon) but I only decided to write this one 2 and a half weeks ago, YES I KNOW while the internet was awash with talk about the London Marathon ballot, with pleas of
Help, I have a marathon place now what?
Holy shit I’m In
I realised in all of that turmoil and as women came to me for help that although there are tons of marathon training guides and books on the market, none of them were written by me, few of them (if any) were from overweight slower runners, so why not write one?
I’ve run 3 marathons, an ultra marathon and hundreds of other races, I’ve also coached well over 100 women to run their first marathon, so I like to think I know a little bit on the subject…besides nobody has quite the funny stories I do.
I realised though at the end of last week, when I was like 40,000 words in and really struggling, just how much writing a book is actually like running a marathon….without the chaffing of course…although there is the repetitive strain injury to consider, but still.
With both, initially you think it’s a good idea and then within a little while you are like “what the hell was I thinking?”, but of course because you have started you have to finish. Especially if other people know you have committed.
So OK, one activity is done with your feet and one with your hands and head, but here are the 3 similarities between writing a book and marathon running that strike me most,
1. You will doubt that you can complete it – All the way through the process you will have a nagging voice saying you can’t do it, you have taken on too much, you’re an idiot, why did you commit to this. You have moments where progress is so slow, you feel like you are going backwards. And moments where the end point seems so bloody far away.
The trick with this is simply to focus on the next few hundred meters, the next few hundred words, because otherwise it’s just too overwhelming.
Marathon running is an endurance sport, is is never going to be over in a blink of the eyelid. Writing is the same, it takes time even if you don’t suffer from writers block and know what you want to say, the process of getting it into some kind of readable format will take time.
So just continue to put on your trainers, continue to sit at your desk. You will get there eventually.
2. You will be rubbish and brilliant in equal measure – There are some points of training for a marathon where you excel, and others where you feel like you have only just taken up the sport. Even while running the race there will be moments where you are completely flying and moments where you hit the wall.
I had days last week where I sat at my desk at 9am and realised at 4pm I hadn’t eaten or been to the loo, I was in my flow, I was in my zone of genius…it was brilliant. Then I had moments yesterday where I couldn’t remember how to spell “Was” like seriously?
Perseverance is key, taking a break, a walking one if you must. Onwards is onwards, by any means necessary.
3. Other people will support you – Most people are in awe of marathon runners, OK they think we are a bit crazy but mostly they are impressed. The same goes for writing a book. Both activities hold a mirror up to folk who say, “Oh I could never do that” or the perfectionists that say “I would need more time”.
I have had so much support in the last two weeks it’s been amazing, people checking in to see what my word count is, popping funny GIFs on Facebook reminding me to get on with it, and of course my wonderful editor who stops me from writing page long sentences.
You may also come across a few neigh sayers who tell you it would be better to take your time, or that you are crazy for trying. But when you have the drive to accomplishment, nothing can stop you.
So this morning, at 9.36, 68,222 words were sent across to my editor for her to work her magic, and I have sat on the sofa most of the day (almost like it was the day after a marathon) saying,
Well, at least never in that time span again.
The irony is, this weekend I was supposed to be running the Beachy Head Marathon, 10 days ago I made the decision to pull out, because in all honesty I hadn’t done the right kind of training and the logistics around travel and childcare had become to complicated.
This is the first race in more than 12 years that I have pulled out of.
I knew it was the right thing to do.
Anyways…I’m off to the Cinema tonight to take my mind of the book, and the fact I should have been racing this weekend.
The book is currently available as a download for just £6.99, and the paper version will be available from the 6th November, I hope you enjoy it.
Please download it and help me get in the Top 10 Running Charts
Please do share this post with anyone interested in writing or running marathons, hopefully they will find it of some use…I hold on to that fact seeing as I really didn’t want to write today.
Have a great weekend.
Oh and here is some evidence that I have actually run said marathons