This afternoon, after 13 years and a relocation from Italy to the UK, my company informed me that my job role is no longer required and I am a risk of redundancy.
My first thoughts have been: "I need to run", "how the hell am I going to pay the mortgage?!?", "I need to run!", "how am I supposed to find another job at 36 and without any qualification?!?", "I NEED TO RUN!".
So run I did, as soon as I got home... but unfortunately this time it did not work and , instead of clearing my mind, I ended up having the worst, less enjoyable run since I discovered this activity.
Apologies for the off-topic outburst but I've been explicitly forbidden to mention the situation with my colleagues and I really needed a friendly ear this evening.