Just Put a Tick on the Calendar
A few months ago, I discovered that running a hundred steps could be surprisingly difficult. Not a hundred meters. Not a kilometer. Just a hundred steps. I would run a hundred steps, walk until my breathing settled, and then run another hundred. It wasn't much of a running programme, and to be honest, I wasn't much of a runner either. I had put on weight and was badly out of shape. The previous year had taken its toll on me. A demanding stint at Amazon had been followed by my move into the space sector—an exciting transition, but one that placed me back at the bottom of a very steep learning curve. Professionally, everything was new. Personally, I wasn't handling it particularly well. Whisky had become a little too regular a companion. It was easy to tell myself I was unwinding after a stressful day, when in reality I was often trying to numb the pressure. Along with that came something I have always been rather good at—judging myself harshly. Had I made the rig...