In your early twenties, mid twenties or...late twenties for some, it’s easy to be seduced into the quick-fix high these stimulants provide, but eventually overindulgence begins to feel irresponsible.

So we introduce measures to calm the ‘give-me-more’ beast and prove that we are well rounded humans with more than pub trivia champion to our name.

We focus on work, we plant vegetable gardens, we throw dinner parties, we join running clubs.

We learn that Saturday morning sport with a raging hangover is really no fun at all, but a burger and a beer is perfectly paired with any post match engagement – we learn balance.

Someone told me once that they plan their holidays based on where they can eat out – which I thought was dumb.

It wasn’t until recently that I realised my holiday planning is rather similar – except I chose my trips based on exercise adventures and post-exercise adventure feeding potential.

My hobbies mostly follow a similar pattern.

My Sunday mornings with Orange Running Club are basically just a jog to the nearest cafe serving brunch.

This weekend we’re saving time by running around Basil Baldwin’s Hazelnut Farm straight to a morning tea of hazelnut pancakes: balance.