I write this having just finished the last of 200 handwritten invitations to my new bootcamp in Old Goole.
(It’s called “The South Park Bootcamp” after the place it is held because I am nothing if not inventive with the names of my offers).
My plan is to deliver them blind to houses in my local area, in much the same way as you’d do a leaflet drop.
Yeah, I know, I’m bonkers to go to all that effort given they’ll probably all be chucked away and, maybe, a few people will be weirded out by receiving a handwritten note from a stranger.
However.
It is my belief that some people will appreciate the effort.
Perhaps not in this batch of 200, the one after that, or even the one after that.
But, eventually, one of my cards will land on the doormat of somebody who recognises that a person who is willing to hand write leaflets is not only insane but prepared to do everything to the very best of his ability – even when the prospect of success is approximately zero.
And so we come to today’s fitness lesson.
Another thing I am doing today is writing a short essay to send to all of my clients concerning the reality of what it takes to enjoy results you can actually hold onto (then subsequently build upon to get even better results, and so on, and so on).
I’m not going to share the details with you in this email because I’m not in the business of kicking my loyal and generous clients in the teeth. However, I am happy to give you one takeaway.
Namely:
Most of the time you won’t see any success whatsoever – irrespective of how hard you work.
That said, you must work hard – and by that I mean attack every workout with discipline and intent – regardless of the fact that all of your hard work will be, in all likelihood, for naught.
Why?
Contrary to what you may have been told by talking heads on the internet, progress in the gym is not linear.
Indeed, it’s the dogged pursuit of linear progress (beyond the “novice” stage) that causes ever so many men to do silly things that saddle them with debilitating injuries (and, in some cases, permanently terminate their ability to train).
Understand this:
Progress almost always comes in fits and spurts, often when you least expect it, and this applies particularly to men who cannot devote their every waking moment to the pursuit of fitness (i.e. those with a job, family, and interests outwith the gym).
But only if you do the things you need to do to the very best of your ability every single time you train with no expectation of a return.
An attitude that will serve you very well indeed should you decide to follow the approach laid out in my favourite book “The Constance Chronicles” (because it is concerned with equipping you with the tools you need to be self-sufficient in your pursuit of results that last a lifetime).
A word of warning before I link you to the sales page.
This is a very strange book.
Actually, it’s not really a “book”. It’s instead a series of letters I wrote to my daughter in January (there’s one letter for every day except the first because I forgot about the project).
Some like the format because it’s easy to consume in bite-sized chunks but I can see how it might rub some people up the wrong way – particularly those who prefer oversized chapters full of pseudo-philosophical ramblings because reading it makes them feel smart over immediately actionable information.
Alright, that’s enough preamble. Here’s the link:
https://philtyreman.co.uk/chronicles/
Thank you,
Phil Tyreman