I get slandered, libeled....

The head coach of UK cycling Dave Brailsford has a central dogma to his training methodology. To improve as an athlete in your given discipline there should be an aggregation of marginal gains. That is to say if you have a natural talent then to optimise it you don't need to radically change anything, instead you take each variable and optimise that and they will add up to a marked improvement overall. You might wonder why I mention this in relation to myself but it is because if you take that central dogma to be true then you might be inclined to say that the reverse is true as well. To wit, no great big thing need necessarily go wrong for there to be a marked decrease in ability, just lots and lots of small things. I hope he would spare me the tortured paraphrasing but I'm calling it my degradation and small pains. 

In a couple of weeks it will have been four years since this journey of mine towards transplant began and while there have been events of varying degrees of seriousness, it is the small everyday breakdown of my abilities that is getting to me. A couple of years ago I found it markedly easier to get out and about so I have to acknowledge that there has indeed been some decrease in my state of health. That said, every visitor I get in tells me I look healthier and they're kind of right and that's down to staying infection free and keeping weight on. I look better but I don't necessarily feel it. I feel weak and that is down to muscles just wasting away. That's the degradation. The small pains have the same source - my muscles and bones ache almost constantly and whilst medication does give me temporary respite I don't want to up the doses of the medications any higher than they already are.

My year breaks down into definable blocks. Aside from the weekly sports I watch I can basically see where I am in the progress of the year by what sporting tournament I'm watching at any given time. Last week it was the Augusta Masters, this week (and the week and a half after) it's the World Snooker Championships. After that it's the French Open Tennis and the assorted football cup finals before we reach into the summer and we have Wimbledon and the Tour de France and on and on it goes. It is one of the few benefits of having all this time off and a low attention span. Sport is something that I can just passively absorb. And I do. Lots of it.