6 tips to start running by Marius Hordijk

Marius Hordijk is a model and most people recognize him as the face of the Hugo Boss Bottled advertising among other high-end modeling gigs. He is freelance writer and loves running. These are Marius Hordijk's 6 tips to start running.

"So, how do you stay fit for modeling work?"  This question has been posed to me many times over the years, and now seemed like as good a time as any to answer it.  Here it is: I don't stay fit for modeling work.  I stay fit because I enjoy it; I like breathing outside air, and I like having the private time to think for a while.  Basically, I stay fit for me.

What I do to stay fit is simple: I run, and am currently training for my first triathlon.  I have been a steady runner for about two years, and don't worry, the triathlon is new for me too.  In this first issue I will stick to expanding a bit more about running and, more importantly, how to get started with running.

Why would you run?  In answering this, I will stick to why I run.  Running is the ultimate way to get or stay in shape and be outside.  Anyone can do it, and you can do it whenever you please.  All you need are good shoes (I'll get to that) and a bit of time.  It doesn't matter what shape you're in, though this does decide on how much you'll run in the beginning, and you don't need a special set of skills to do it.  A basic understanding of putting your left foot in front of your right, or your right foot in front of your left, whichever you prefer.

Starting running, just like starting anything new, can be difficult.  A lack of understanding about the equipment, where to go, and how far to go can stop you from running for quite some time, so I thought I'd make a list for starters.  Let me just say quickly that I am not a trainer, I am not a health professional, and I am basing everything on my own running experience.  I am nothing more than a running model. If that didn't scare you, please keep on reading.

Tip 1

If you have tried to go to the gym on a regular basis many times, but you can't seem to get it right: get out of the gym.  Do it now.  Forget about the gym.  It is costing you money, it gives you feelings of failure for not going enough, and it is not doing much for your health.  Relieving, isn't it?  Now, hold this money that you're saving in your hand and go to tip 2.

Tip 2

Buy good shoes! Go to a good store (personally, I have had pleasant experiences with Run2Day) and buy proper running shoes.  There are many top brands for running such as Mizuno, Brooks, Asics, or Nike, and they can advise you what is good for you.  If you just start running on old shoes, athletic shoes, or clogs, you increase your chances of getting injuries (especially on clogs).  Don't worry too much yet about having the rest of the running gear, that can be an investment you do gradually.

Tip 3

Get a running measuring system. Nike Plus, Garmin, whatever floats your boat.  It is very stimulating to be able to see how your running is developing and to see the amount of kilometers increasing.  Without a measuring system, it can feel like your running goes to waste and using one of these systems can give you a nice proof of hard work.  I personally use Nike Plus, and some friends and family are using it too, which makes it even more fun.

Tip 4

Start slow.  Go easy.  Hardly anything is more important than curbing your enthusiasm in the beginning.  There are two main reasons for this:

Health. Many people start full of excitement, but the problem is that their body might not be sharing this enthusiasm.  Your legs and feet and the whole body actually need time to get used to this new terror that you are inflicting upon it.  Start slow, and don't push it.

Motivation. Think about it, if all of a sudden you have the goal of running four times a week, you will get tired really soon and it will become more difficult to put those shoes on really quick.  Instead, if you pace yourself in the beginning, you might even feel upon return that you didn't do much.  What better way to stay motivated than to want to go running the moment that you return from your last run?

So go slow.  Go easy.  Start running two times a week and don't run too far.  Depending on your level of fitness, start with going for an extended walk or an easy run for a couple of kilometres.

Tip 5

To improve your running there are many things you can do without actually running.  Sounds like a good idea, no?  Here are some thoughts:

Stop smoking. No need to explain that one any further.  Just knock it off.

Try to be careful with your alcohol intake. It is very tough and demotivating to go running with a hangover.  Been there, done that, and I'll probably do it again, and it sucks.  It's like running with concrete shoes on, while there is an angry rugby team punching you in the head and the gut.

Try to be careful with your eating. This is a point I am still trying to understand better, since it is quite complicated (please do remember I am a model, I get overwhelmed fast).  I actually hope to get some advice from Lonneke and the rest of her crew.

Tip 6

Try to find a pleasant place to go running. For me, it is always important to not find any traffic lights along the way so I don't have to stop somewhere.  Secondly, I love being in a bit of nature, or at least the illusion of it (with this I mean city parks; It's quite shocking to run in Central Park and feel like you're in the jungle, then take one wrong turn and see 57,497 cars).  Try to find a pleasant place for you.

So here they are, some tips to get started.  At the end of the day, the most important thing is to start enjoying running.  Even if it's hard in the beginning, it will get easier, and it will become more enjoyable with time.  You might even get to a point where you'll feel like you're missing something if you don't run frequently.  But for now, let's just get started.

Happy running!

Marius 

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Runner's World cover Marius Hordijk
Runner's World cover with Marius Hordijk in 2013

This column first appeared on Organice Your Life in 2012.

Polite Running

Here's something fun to do while running: as soon as you get to more deserted spots (parks, forest, little roads etc) say hello to everyone. It is so much fun, most city people just do not expect a hello. Or a smile, or a nod. Feeling good? Give them a smile, hello and a nod!

Don't worry that you have weird red spots in your face, you might have a slipstream smelling of sweat, give a smile! Lookin' purple, out of breath? Say hello! Yes, you might terrify some people (especially the ones purposely avoiding eye contact as to not get into a strange stare with a stranger) but mostly, you get a happy 'hello' back. Or a 'hi'. I even received a 'what'up' today.

Polite running. It should be an Olympic sport.


Running in the cold

Minus six degrees Celsius (21 degrees Fahrenheit) on a sunny Wednesday morning. Let's go for a run! Covered like an onion in many layers I walk out, and I don't think I've ever started running so quickly, partly to warm up, partly to try to get away from the cold. I was unsuccessful in the latter. Some moments it felt good, I almost felt warm, until the wind came by and cut through everything I was wearing and made me feel like a running naked dude in a park.

People walking their dogs stared at their dogs when I came by, as if to say 'At least I have a reason' and with the three other runners I saw there was an eye contact that said 'no clue why we're doing this, but it's kinda nice, isn't it?'.

Cold running, I don't think it should be an Olympic sport. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to curl around my heater in foetus position and defrost.

Marius


Model Behavior

'Ah, you're a model! So, you fly around the world to nice places and you get your picture taken. No skills involved. Easy and overpaid job.'

This is the reaction I have received so many times over the years that a big part of me believed it as well. However, to do modeling as a job involves a lot more things than most people can imagine. I think, especially in the beginning years I would have agreed with those who said this. Yeah, piece of cake.

Yet now I don't agree anymore with this 'modeling=easy' reflex many people have. So what's changed now? The actual work? No, I don't think that has changed for me. I would still not describe it as at the same difficulty level as rocket science. What has changed my mind more and more is all the other circumstances that you must deal with as a model, which are foreign to most other professions.

Think of both job and personal insecurity. Think of the times away from your normal social environment: family and friends. Think of being alone in a very foreign place. Think of what to do when you don't get booked for a while (not sure how many models will admit it, but 99,1% of us do hit the occasional dry spell). Think of the temptations a model faces when he or she decides to party a bit, or a bit too much. Think of how to deal with disappointment if a big option falls through. Think of how to handle too many compliments at a too impressionable age. Think of how to handle too much critique at a too impressionable age. Think of the pitfalls of the irregular life. Think of how to prepare yourself for a life after modeling (it does arrive for most of us) and the difficulties and temptations that come with it. And I'm only getting started!

Being both a student of psychology and a model, I would like to expand a bit on these topics over the next few months. Not so much to convince readers we got a rough life (tough sell), but more to expand a bit more on the part of the lives of many, if not most models. A part that is mostly overlooked, since it is not so glamorous and possibly also not openly talked about. Yet still a part of the models' life!

Who knows, maybe you find it interesting to read, maybe you're a model and you feel like I am overlooking something important, or you just think I am plain wrong. Should be interesting, no?

Cheers!


Model Behavior 4: Brag/Share.

Paris! New York! Milan! Tokyo! London! You name it, the models go there. Pretty cool, to be our age and travel the world and experience so much. I remember going from hitch-hiking in Southern Africa, sleeping in crappy hostels, to roaming the Seychelles, having my backpack transported in a golf cart, since of course I don't have to carry that myself, sir. I laid in bed that first night, being overwhelmed, shocked, amazed, happy, humbled and lonely at the same time. I remember thinking, 'how do I ever explain this?'.

When I started modeling, I still had one semester to finish in university.  I remember a conversation I had during lunch with a fellow student. We had Wednesdays off, and I spent it working in Spain. I asked him 'what did you do yesterday?' He told me he watched three movies and played some basketball. Then he asked me the same thing. I told him that I spent the day on the beach, learning how to waterski in the south of Spain. This is when I started feeling a problem. For years after that, I was thinking a lot about 'when am I sharing, when am I bragging?'

The thing is, so many exciting things are happening, that you want to share it with the world! But then, the world might think you're a show-off douche. Catch 22. I handled this in a few different ways in the beginning years of modeling:

The Share-It-All

I just got started, I was flying around, making some money, and meeting the craziest people. So what do you do with this? That's right, you tell it to all your friends and family, and just about anyone with a heartbeat. You are exploding with enthusiasm, and the strangest things are happening in your life! Soon enough, I started realizing that not everyone's reaction was as excited as I hoped it was. After some initial disappointment, I remember thinking that that kind of made sense as well. I mean, here I am telling all these big stories, what are you supposed to say? And it wasn't happening to them, so how could they fully join me in my excitement? I decided to try hard to control my innocent excitement and start inaggerating (oh yes, I mean the opposite of exaggerating. Is it a word? Not sure, but I like it).

The Downplay Share

I think I spent a lot of time in the beginning trying to prove to everyone that I was still a nice guy, that I stayed normal (a Dutch obsession), that modeling didn't change me. I now look back and think I wasted time on that. I would downplay everything I experienced, just to not have too many, too big stories to share that could give people the wrong impression. I felt like this might be the way to go, but more and more I realized that also this way of sharing was not working. This was for two reasons: firstly I felt like I wasn't able to truly say all the things I was feeling and experiencing. Every word I said, I was weighing it, checking if it didn't come across as too pompous, too arrogant, etc. But because of this, I got blocked from sometimes just letting it out, whether 'it' was superpositive (I am in Russia, can you believe it!) or supernegative (the Milan castings, hearing 'no' 1000 times a day is painful). And another problem turned out to be that my attempt at modesty backfired, and some people actually thought I was very arrogant for never seeming that impressed, or that excited.

In the beginning this hurt me a lot, and it made me feel helpless, since it seemed like quite a task to prove my niceness to seven billion people. So I stopped trying. I tried to accept that some people would judge, no matter what I was trying. Another thing I wanted to accept was a beautiful thing. That, to the people that know me, I had nothing to prove. On neither side of the spectrum. They know me and understand me.

The Selective Share

So I think I finally figured it out a few years ago. There are a handful of people that know everything about my job. All the good sides and all the bad sides. And everyone else? I keep it shallow. Most people stop asking after a few standard questions anyway (which famous brand have you worked for/what famous people have you met?).  And I have also realized: isn't this kind of normal? Think about it, how much do you truly know about the jobs of friends? Sure, I can summarize what they do for a living, but really, exactly know what a day in their working life is? What's their desk like, who do they speak to for lunch break, what kind of stress are they under? In my experience, we know a lot about each others' jobs in the basics, but there are only a few people that really know the daily ins and outs of whatever your job is. So why would mine be any different?

There! My mind process. One possible conclusion after reading this is  that 'that Marius guy needs to stop thinking about what others think'. And you would be right. But if I am honest, I know I think a lot about these things. And I find them very interesting (I probably shouldn't study Psychology if I didn't). I wanted to share this funny dilemma with you, and I would be curious about how others (models or not) handle this, or what they think about it.

So no summarizing attempt-at-funny, self-depreciating punchline this time. Just a question: what do you think? As a model, did you feel this dilemma at all? Is it just me? As a non-model, can you see the point, or do you think I have created problems by overthinking stuff? Let me know! Marius@organiceyourlife.com, or you are most welcome to share your thoughts in the comments.


A Snake's Tale

I wish I didn't have an excuse to not have written on Organice your Life, but I do: I've been recovering from a very unusual episode while being on vacation in Thailand. Below you will find a summary of the e-mails that I have sent to friends and family during this period (the ones that either knew I was in Thailand, or heard what had happened). Like this, it saves me having to rewrite and remember some stuff I really don't feel like remembering just yet. Organice Your Life is about health, and I don't think I have ever been happier to be regaining my health than at this moment. I am doing well enough that tomorrow I am even flying off to Capetown to work. The thought of not constantly thinking about all that has happened and at least partially having my normal life back is making me very happy. This might be the longest post on OYL up to date, and I apologize. So here it is, an unexpected turn of events in Thailand.

17 October, from Phuket Hospital

"For those of you that don't know, I got bitten or stung in the toe by something while snorkeling at Maya Bay, off Ko Phi Phi island now about 40 hours ago. The pain was immediate and spreading fast and we took the boat back to the island ASAP. The color of the front part of my foot was darkening. Also the toe was getting very swollen. while walking to the hospital my leg started to stop working more and more and I could feel I was getting close to losing consciousness. I ran to the hospital where they told me it was a stingray. This is still a possibility but I still find it unlikely, there were many fish around me but I didn't see a stingray and they're hard to miss. They gave me some medicine and said, don't worry it's fine. I later found out that this 'hospital' is run by volunteers and there are no doctors. But, I felt a bit relieved and went to bungalow to shower. When I tried to walk to have dinner I realized my right leg was dragging behind me, it felt rubbery and I lacked control. Also, there was big color and temperature difference. This concerned me enough to start coming home sooner, this is not how you want to feel on an island with no roads and medical care. With help of my wife and my parents I was going to come home yesterday (16 October), taking the first boat off the island. I had noticed as well a numbness in my right arm, but it was minimal. After the boat in the taxi to airport was when the real concern began, since the numbness and lack of muscle control started spreading fast through my right arm, then left arm and then up my neck. At this point I had been already at the airport but decided to go find a hospital since I was afraid that it might be too late by the time I would finally get to Holland. In the hospital here they ran blood tests, did cardiograms and other tests and they have been in touch with toxicologists in Bangkok and based on the story and symptoms (in the blood you cannot see exactly what animal bit you) they say it was a highly poisonous animal that bit or stung me, either a stingray, water snake, or others. Highly poisonous, but not poisonous enough to kill me, and they are quite sure also not poisonous enough to leave permanent damage.

For now they are keeping me here in Bangkok Hospital in Phuket town and today my amazing wife and superhero brother are flying here, and will arrive tomorrow morning for which I am extremely grateful and happy. It's been a little tough being alone.

Now, for some good news. I have slept alright, even though I look like a junkie at the moment with the amount of injection holes I have in me (those of you that know my little problem with needles are allowed to giggle) and the numbness in some parts of my body are definitely getting better. My leg is still a problem, I still have a Hollywood-movie-killer dragging leg, but I think it might be feeling less numb this morning. I am extremely tired both mentally and physically. The hospital is nice, my room prettier than any of the huts and bungalows I've slept in in this vacation.

The prognosis is that everything should return to normal in some days, I am hoping I can fly home with my wife and brother on Wednesday night but it all depends a bit.

It's been a tough time since it happened, but now I feel safe and confident it will be alright.

A big hug, hope to see you soon in Holland."

19 October, from Phuket Hospital

"Goodmorning,

First of all thanks a lot for all the messages, calls and mails full of get well wishes, how are you's, bad jokes and threats to the ocean in general.

My right leg is slowly getting better, still not recovered though. Yesterday my wife and my brother have arrived, hard to explain how happy that made me. The alone days before have been very very tough. I feel very weak, my whole body is just so tired. Hopefully every day this should get better. Maybe it's even an effect of the medicine or something.

Today is both a scary and a good day: we're flying home. Makes me nervous because I hardly have the energy to get to the bathroom, but going home is an overriding thought. Also, there will be wheelchairs at the airports and the insurance has bumped me to business class. Tomorrow I'll be going to the tropical diseases department of the Amsterdam hospital (AMC) to double-check if all is well and to hopefully hear a bit more how long full recovery will take.

Again thanks for caring guys, the prognosis is still full recovery! I am happy this bad episode is hopefully coming to an end soon.

A big big hug,

Marius"

21 October, from Amsterdam

"Hello,

I have been at the hospital at the tropical centre today and had a diagnosis which was different from the one I had received until now in Thailand. First of all, just like the first email, I want to stress that they also assume that there will be a full recovery in the end.

The poison that went into my body was most probably a neurotoxin, and not something that just affected the muscle. They also found a significant effect still not just on my right leg, but also right arm. I figured the arm was fine since the numbness and tingling was gone, but apparently I miss strength. They are not sure what it was (they are almost certain it was a water snake), and based on photo's I made during and after and based on the story they are now researching, hopefully to get more info. This could have been deadly, but I have been extremely lucky that it happened in an extremity, being my big toe. This part is the part I would like to focus on, and not linger too much on what might have been, and how close I came.

I will be going back there weekly, so they can monitor my progression. Their prognosis is that in a few weeks the effects should be gone, if not, they got a next doctor ready who can start examining my nervous system. I am confident it will not come to that.  I feel like I am still improving daily, even though I have massive swings in energy levels, am very tired and I sleep a lot.

Talking tires me very quickly (for those of you who sometimes wonder if I would ever shut up, all it needed was a watersnake) and also it is not really easy for me to talk about this at the moment.

I do love your emails, I read them almost the second they come in and thank you for all the get well wishes.

The news of today was a bit of a shock, but in the end it changes nothing: I should be fine in the end.

A big hug to all of you,

Marius"

25 October, from Amsterdam

"Hello!

A good update this one will be. Today we have been to the doctor again and to a neurologist. Things were getting better, but then during the weekend we had a bit of a scare again since some of the symptoms (tingling) were returning. Today, at the neurologist a lot of tests were done and I came out alright! I came out so well that the neurologist is even doubting the other Amsterdam doctors who think they were neurotoxins. Basically, it will probably remain unclear exactly what animal got me. Whatever it was, I share the hopes of my father-in-law who told me straightaway 'If this is the effect it had on you, he's gotta be dead' :)

The tiredness, weakness, headaches and still some lack of strength in arm and leg are normal after the poison, and it should subside in upcoming weeks.

So! I am a very very happy guy, and I think this will be my last update mail, since if all goes well, there is nothing left to update you about anymore. It's been a difficult week and a half, but now all should be fine in time, if I just take it easy and recover.

Once again, thank you for all the messages, mails, cards and even a book today, I hope to see you soon.

A big hug,

Marius"


Model Behavior 3: Insecurity

Personal insecurity. When your job is linked to your looks, how do you detach the two?

So how could it be possible that you are insecure, when you are able to make money and build a career sheerly based on how you look? Ridiculous! Alright, ready for some online honesty? I am very insecure about how my body looks. Why? The true awareness and insecurity came with this job. I can imagine that you would expect this exactly the other way around, because apparently the way I look is nice enough that people pay to make pictures of it! I wish it would be that easy. Really. But think for a second to whom I compare my body on a daily bases. I work with some of the best looking men in the world, that have bodies that are stunning. And then there's me. Of course, compared to them I don't exactly look like a studmuffin. Another example is the following circumstance (which has happened on several occasions in the past years): While working on a shoot they are considering having me in the picture shirtless. 'Hey Marius, take your shirt off for a second? Ah, okay, you can put it back on now.' This always brings me relief (I don't like being photographed without a shirt on), but on the other hand, it hurts as well.  A last little example is the reaction of people that hear you are a model. I was reminded of a very funny incident a couple of years back. I was at a party of a dear friend, and a friend of his asked me what I do for a living. I responded by telling him I am a model. He looked me up and down, looked me straight in the eyes and told me 'No you're not.'  His theory was that I needed to be better looking, and dress super sharp to fit his idea of what a model should look like. Even though this example is a funny one, there is a hint of truth in it: once someone knows you are a model, you are looked at in a more critical way than others.

I would like to elaborate a bit on the following illogical logic: booking big campaigns = I'm looking good, no work for a while = I'm looking lousy. When the big jobs are rolling in, you're on top of the world. Besides the challenge to keep yourself grounded, these are amazing days! Doors are opening, bookers are friendlier, many new friends await (although I am quite sure not the permanent ones). But the challenge comes in when the phone stops ringing for a while. A key point to remember is that insecurities are familiar to us all. Model, doctor, mailman or scientist, I think we all have our thoughts and insecurities, and as long as they do not become a problem and hinder you in your daily life and decisions, I think it's fine to have them. Maybe it's even good for me to have them, otherwise maybe I would consider myself quite the superstar by now. When you hit a dry spell though, as mentioned before almost all of us hit one here and there, it is very tough not to grab a mirror and start analyzing what got less nice. The tough character of insecurity lies in its self-fulfilling element: grab a mirror, be convinced something is not looking good, and you will find it. I try not to grab that mirror. As a model, I think it is good to remember that the fashion and catalogue world is a fickle one. Sometimes, it's just not about you. Maybe regular clients decided to go for a fresh face, maybe a client saw a polaroid that they didn't like. Maybe they didn't see you at the casting because they were noticing that there was too much sugar in their coffee. The point is, fashion many times is about small moments, small windows to impress, small chances to be taken or to miss. Sometimes it's luck, sometimes it's hard work, and many times it is about factors that you just cannot influence. Don't get me wrong, if you want the work, you have to put in the effort and time to look the way that is expected of you, but a dry spell does not always mean you are to blame.

What I learned to do is to not take comments made at work in a personal way. Let's face it, a photoshoot is not about me. Modeling made me so nervous in the beginning, since I had the feeling that everyone was looking at me. But slowly I understood this was not the case. Let's break that down: the stylist is checking if his clothes are looking good. The make-up artist is checking if his work is in order. The photographer is checking if the picture is coming out how he wants to. The art director is thinking if the picture fits in the story he is trying to tell. The client is checking if his product is coming out right. The assistants of the photographer are checking if the light is good and if there aren't any funny shadows anywhere. Who there is really looking at me, Marius Hordijk? When you look at it like this, not that many people at all, even though you are in every picture. This realization helped me a lot to understand the role of the model, and to not shy away too much from the perceived attention. And when they tell me to put my shirt back on? I put it back on. It's not about me.


Wheel of Energy.

12,5 degrees Celcius, strong wind and rain, rain, rain. Those were the weather circumstances yesterday at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, where the Wheel is spinning. Driving there, I was a bit intimidated by the weather, and the idea of running in a new way (normally I do not play hamster when I run). But as soon as we got there we got greeted with a big hello and an equally big smile from a happy runner that didn't seem to have a dry spot left on his body, and I knew I was about to have some fun. I warmed up on a bike, and hopped in the Wheel with him, where he explained to me he wanted to do a little marathon, but he promised his daughter he'd be back in time for dinner, so he was only doing a half marathon. My wussyness was growing by the minute, with my one hour run...

This friendly runner also explained to me, that especially since the founder stopped running daily marathons out of personal reasons, they're having a pretty tough time keeping the Wheel going. This news, in combination of course with me feeling like a wussy, and the fact that one of my brothers had the luminous idea of sponsoring me per kilometer, I decided to stay longer.

After one hour my friendly running friend had had enough, and I was there alone. No, not alone, I had my sweet wife with me, under her umbrella, in the cold and pouring rain. I was completely wet, getting tired and cold, and actually kind of having a great time. Kilometer after kilometer I was enjoying myself, talking to people that just wanted to say hello, or say good luck, ask what this is for, or tell me I should get inside, because the weather wasn't very nice. The cool thing was, that no matter what people came to ask or say, it was all friendly, interested and nice.

The last 20 minutes of my second hour I was looking at my watch every two minutes, which is never a good sign. I haven't run a distance that long in a while, and I wasn't prepared for it, so I was struggling at the end. After two hours and 23 kilometers, I stopped. I was cold, tired, my muscles in my legs and back were stiff, but I felt like I did what I could for now. I'm happy that now the people that sponsored me can at least really feel like it's been their money's worth!

I am writing this the morning after my run, and since I woke up this morning, I am trying to find one spot in my legs that's not sore. I am still looking. I would like to say a big thank you to my parents, my brothers and their partners, my friends Mark and Niels, Bas Smit, OYL's Lonneke and my wife for the support! More than 400 euro will go to the Wheel of Energy!

As soon as I can stand up without making old-man-noises, I'll let you know.


marathon

Running for Charity.

marathon A new personal best. I suppose that summarizes properly the half a marathon that I ran with my brother this Saturday. There are other words that could describe the race as well, such as , sun and beautiful sceneries, but I like PR the best. I finished the race in one hour, 41 minutes and 23 seconds! I am more than pleased.

But I do feel like a next step in my running is arriving soon: I would like to try to raise money and awareness for charities, using running and other sports activities. David Gandy and myself are working hard on setting up a very interesting organisation along these lines. The two of us have been talking about using our jobs for the good for many years now, and slowly the time is coming for us to act on it. But until that is finalized, I think I could start already trying to get some money together for organizations and causes that deserve it. Also David is working hard on it, training to run the Virgin London Marathon for Oxfam in a month from now. Click here for more information on that.

So, if you can think of any idea for this (for instance, what could we do for Japan?), please let me know by responding to this article or e-mailing me about it at Marius@organiceyourlife.com. I hope to hear from you!