Step, row, cycle, run a few km, home, shower, healthy food, bed- that is now my life. Having hit the gym 5 of the last seven nights, with only a small break to fall off the wagon at the CIPD awards, I feel great. The very nature of pushing yourself as far as you can go (without having a mild heart attack) really does make you feel like you have done something with your day, much more than watching football in the pub.

Yet I know only too well, I am still fat and unhealthy, so these days will need to turn into months for me to do myself any real good.

Until the next time…