In 2015 I was a fit 52 year old who had just started to feel his age. I had cycled with toeclips since 1975 and have been a member of three clubs on and off since then. I have two kids, 14 and 10 at the time, and tended to cycle solo some nights and at 7:00a.m. on the Clubs Saturday morning Sparrowfarts (getting up at the fart of a sparrow).
My job had changed slightly in 2014; I was spending a little more time away from the family at work (too many beefeater meals and breakfasts) and did not have enough staff and resource to cover work demands. I was struggling to keep up and having to work long stressful hours. I have always liked a pint of real ale, a glass of red or a malt, and was overdoing it a little in self-medication.
Towards the autumn in 2015, I started to notice I was losing speed on solo runs and struggling to keep up on hilly group rides. I put this down to cycling less and eating and drinking more.
This blog explains how I discovered my Atrial Fibrillation (AF) and the journey I took through treatment. The blog was started in September 2016, so earlier dated entries are based on dairy events and cycling logs. I was given access to my medical records on September 26 that year, so all references to test results earlier than this were amended.