There are days I feel a failure. A failure as a husband, father, son, colleague, runner, writer, you name it. Where it’s one step forward, ten steps back. Yet, here I am. Still hanging on. Surviving, somehow. Doing it for my family, for the people who believed in me when I was at my lowest ebb. To the people who I owe everything to, I have to keep going, to prevail, to survive. To prove the doubters wrong, to shut the haters up. I must survive.