A couple of weeks ago I broke my personal flat speed record on the bike. 54 kilometres per hour on a flat sprint. Not that there are any other types of sprint in Holland. Anyway, notched up the third fastest time of the year on a Strava segment out of a list of around 1,200 riders. The power was estimated at 1,000 watts. Estimated but I don’t care, it sounds impressive. Personal boosts don’t come much better than that! And I have MS! A couple of weeks later. Difficult to walk down the stairs with my hands full, someone had to hold my coffee-cup. Forgetting just about everyone’s number. I could not remember ‘Pyrenees’ it was…. ‘the mountain range in France that’s not the Alps’. A couple of stumbles as well after standing up, not expected. And I have MS. These are the ups and downs that come. The ups, something as trivial and childish as going fast than someone else on a bike, lead to a surprising boost. Yes, it’s pathetic. But I will take the boosts. A boost is a great thing and they can come from anywhere. Surviving a day on my feet until I get to my afternoon rest, making a presentation and not stuttering or forgetting any key words. All are tangible and they get stored in my memory. Unless I forget them…… Sorry, bad attempt at humour there. Something as trivial as forgetting the Pyrenees can be disheartening. Yes, I realise everyone forgets but then combine it with a few other things on one day and you have something that becomes concerning. Are things getting worse? Can I still function normally? Is this the start of a bad phase?