I'll cut to the chase here - I could have inherited a heart condition. Given my track record, I know it's highly unlikely, but the fear that I have it never lets up, never fails to get at me. Every time I take a knock to the chest, every time I feel pain in it - even the smallest of dull aches - it scares me. 'What if it's only dormant?' My subconscious asks me, 'What if you're dying of it and you don't even know it?' I know they're not going to live for as long as they should - the amount of pills they have to take, quite frankly, startles me. And I'm looking on, thinking 'That could be me next.' I know I should just lay my fears to rest - I was tested as a child, the doctor insisted upon it. I was told I was fine. And I still am, bar the awful stamina. It's just hat I can't ever shake the fear that there's something gnawing away at me, at one of the most important parts of my body.