“I’m a champion!” I said to myself over and over again as my feet pounded the treadmill. I was coaxing out yet another mile from my tired legs.

Keep moving.

One more step. One more mile. One more day.

As a staff Neurosurgeon in a major hospital in one of the most populated cities of the world, life was not busy – for that would be an understatement. Non-stop action was more like it. Like Mission Impossible on steroids – minus the fun.

I had come home...