Head in the clouds, feet on the ground

Every entrepreneur knows the feeling: you have an idea so brilliant, so revolutionary, so clearly destined to change the world, that you start to parent it. You name it. You design a logo. You whisper to it at night like it’s a newborn. And this is where things go horribly wrong.

Like many entrepreneurs, I often feel lonely, which is a weird confession coming from someone who can talk to a brick wall and have an engaging time. I’m not some tragic recluse brooding over spreadsheets in the dark.

I promised Lu after my last ultramarathon catastrophe that I’d stop pretending bravado and past success were viable training strategies, and I vowed to take these races more seriously if I were to continue.