OUT NOW: (Features Plenty of Running Anecdotes)
Aviemore. 2 October 2014. On top of Cairn Gorm, in the Ptarmigan Restaurant.
My brother stood up. The audience fell silent. He began his speech.
Everyone in this room knows Dave, some more than others. But I think there’s one thing we can all agree on…let’s face it…he’s a bit weird.
He brought the house down with that one.
What ensued was an affectionate romp through my different approach to life, one which I’ve viewed back on video more times than I care to remember, tears of laughter flowing down my cheeks.
But it’s this different approach to life, not caring what others think about you (or at least not letting it getting in the way of what you want to do), that I ascribe my greatest successes to.
And it’s a core principle which I believe we should all embed in our approaches to life and work.
As you’ll no doubt have guessed from the first three posts in this seven-post series of blogs I see running as a metaphor for life, and a great experimenting ground for testing out one’s worldview.
So, I was chatting to a mate on a run the other day and he was telling me about a party he’d hosted over Crimbo where, having invited all the dinner guests round, and before he’d gotten down to the serious cooking, he’d nipped out of the house to do a quick 5k, to the ridicule and general “is he crazy” reaction of those normal people he’d left behind.
That’s because he’s doing the Marcothon running challenge where you have to either run three miles or 25 minutes (whichever comes first) every day in December.
Now, on the face of it, this is, well, a bit weird.
One of the darkest months of the year, one of the iciest months of the year, and one of the most social and convivial months of the year. These three attributes do not make it easy to run.
So every morning (usually at 0530, and usually up and down one long steep hill on Glasgow’s south side; admittedly that’s properly a bit weird) I’ve been up and at ‘em, ticking off a pointless running thing that no-one in their right mind would undertake.
No-one, that is, apart from thousands and thousands of people all over the world.
I’ve got closer to a few friends, developed a good base of fitness, sharpened my hill work, and used it as a routine-kicker to an early-work-start that has supercharged an important project I’ve been working on during December.
And today I was rewarded with a beautiful run in the snow in my local park as the sun threatened to come up (the pictures don’t do it justice).
To conclude, whether in your business, personal or hobby life, don’t be afraid to be different.
In a sea of conformity, different is good. It’s almost always more of an adventure, too, which is, invariably, a good thing.
And remember, you’re never alone in this online world. Whatever your interests and dreams, there’s always a community you can get involved with that celebrates that difference. However weird.
All hail the Marcothonners.