Trust your instinct.
There were two times in my life that I knew something was seriously medically wrong. The first was in 1998 when I worked in sales and trading at Deutsche Bank and one day I couldn’t run the Central Park Loop. The second was in January 2008, shortly after losing my job in Pasadena, when my 20-month-old daughter started vomiting, became lethargic and had flu-like symptoms that came and went over a four-month period.
In 1998, after months of running the Loop and probably being in the best shape of my life, I suddenly could not run, not even a quarter of a mile. I had a…
