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Once upon a time I could manage a 4 mile cross-country track while drunk, handle a shot-put or enjoy diving through muddy water, through a tractor tire, on an assault course. I had the kind of physical bloodymindedness that meant I came away with bruises I couldn't identify the cause of or even bloody scratches down my arms after basketball matches. These days I'm injured for days if I sleep awkwardly.