Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
When I was in my 20s, and even though I was studying medicine, I didn't ever really think that my body would fail. Now I'm in my 40s, I have to face a different reality - I, like everyone else, am slowly falling apart.
We are, in the end, a sum of our parts, and when the body fails, all the virtues we hold dear go with it.
I got injured just before we filmed 'Ninja Warrior,' which stopped me playing football with my mates. I haven't played football since. I'm crocked now, my back has gone and I feel like my body has packed in.
I wanted a child, and there was no way I could get pregnant under the stress of 18-hour work days and live TV. When you're somebody who's used to making a decision about what they want to do and getting it and achieving it, when your body fails you, it's a whole other experience.
I have not seen much dignity in the process by which we die. The quest to achieve true dignity fails when our bodies fail.
Nothing hits harder than that: nothing more frustrating than your body giving up on you before your heart does.
Everybody wants to live. But sometimes the body just gives up.
The mind messes up more shots than the body.
