Yesterday, I walked on Mars.

Our landing was a bit bumpy, but unlike the European Space Agency’s Schiaparelli lander, which face-planted on the red planet last week, we touched down without creating a new eponymous crater. Then it was off to test my manual dexterity in a pressure suit, which makes doing even the most mundane tasks a total chore. Dear Nut: Please screw yourself onto that bolt, would you? Thanks.

Finally, once that little exercise was accomplished, it was time to take a hop, skip, and a jump across the Martian surface, where gravity is just 38 percent that of Earth’s. And oh, was that wonderful. I felt like I could run forever, bounding over mile after Martian mile