You're a foot-warrior so relentless that you turn matches into running contests. You're so fit you once ran a marathon in 3:26:33 at the end of the season. Your body is a well-fed, finely tuned instrument. You're a lustrous advertisement for health.
Then one day you wake up and your body doesn't work perfectly. Your joints are in mutiny, your system is in revolt, your hands, feet, shoulders which you rely on for a living have a complication.