Hidden deep in the German forest, untouched by wars and time, Burg Eltz patiently waits at the end of a trail that doesn’t seem particularly intimidating when you first look at it. “It’s only a short walk,” I told myself. Well… I should have defined short first. The forest was beautiful, birds were singing, sunlight was dancing through the trees and then there was me. Halfway up the hill, my smartwatch informed me that my heart was somewhere between cardio work out and being chased by a bear. Thirty degrees outside, almost two years of treating exercise as an optional hobby and suddenly every single life choice that involved “I’ll start on Monday” came back to introduce itself. I wasn’t climbing a mountain, I was negotiating with my lungs. I had to stop. Well… more than once…   Read more