Around the time I turned 40, my doctor recommended that I take up running. I promised her I’d look into it, but secretly thought“fat chance”. Perhaps a poor choice of words.That was the random thought that popped into my head as I ran full tilt through ORTambo Airport, on the morning of 17 October 2022.Yes, I was that guy. With every last shred of my dignity gone, I spotted my friend Anton Kruger bodily holding the boarding gate open for me. Only when the plane’s wheels left the tarmac did I finally feel myself relax and the exciting prospect of the
