I've always been a workaholic, I always work nonstop even when I'm exhausted. My boss gave me a week's break, Monday to Sunday, I wanted to live it to the fullest and focus on nurturing and taking care of both my mental and physical health, so I knew I would have come back to work recharged.

I started by going on a hike on Monday morning, to not lose the routine of waking up early, and also to finally have some contact with the nature, since I'm trapped between four walls everyday, in my office. Plus, going on a hike that early, would have allowed me to be basically alone, even while living in a busy city like Monaco.

I walked a lot of miles with my headphones, it was refreshing, my mind was eating the fresh air. Unfortunately, it was time to go back to the city, especially cause my stomach was screaming at me to eat something. I started going back, until my foot twisted on a bump, and my knee fell into the ground, causing it to start bleeding. I started cursing myself in my head, cause now it was burning and I had to wait to go back to my house to take care of it.

"Oh fuck, that looked painful. Let me help you." I heard a male voice behind me, I raised my head while keeping my knee to my chest. Lewis Hamilton, F1 legend, with a charismatic smile was now kneeling down in front of me. He was there that early to have some peace. He leaned his hand, to help me stand up.

I thought I was alone, but apparently he saw the whole scene, walking a little bit behind me. What a shitty impression I made.