And no, this wasn’t hyperbole. Sunday, I went for a walk with my oldest son. We were 2 miles into our 4 mile walk. Ironically enough, the paid started while we were outside of a hospital. If he wasn’t with me, I might have pressed on. Anyway, we had started the turn towards home and my chest felt tight. My left are started to hurt. I felt a weirdness I’d never felt before. Every step got worse. Before the walk I told my son we werne’t going to call Shannon if he was tired. I was determined to get my 10,000 steps for Sunday. With every step I weighted the thought of keep going to calling for help. I saw two ambulances drive by. I thought to myself, this is a sign to call. We kep walking about 500 steps. Finally, we made it to a bus stop and I asked my son if we could take a break. I immediately thought of my dad and when I told him to see a Cubs vs Sox game and he had to stop frequently to take breaks. I thought to myself this isn’t me and I said let’s go We made it another 200 feet before I thought I should make the call. Lucky, Shannon was able to tick us up with 5 minutes. Those minutes felt like hours. Once back home, I took my customary Sunday afternoon nap. I woke up and felt “fine.” My chest wasn’t huring but my arm felt weird. Little by little, I started feeling back to normal. Shannon decided that we should book a appointment with the doctor just in case. I chalked it up to having spicy chicken and waffles for breakfast. Sheck suggested we go to the doctor just to make sure The appointment was scheduled for Tuesday at 9:45 am The doctor runs an EKG test and everything comes back normal. The doctor tells me to go have bllod drawn for other heart reaalted tests About 1 hour later, Shannon calls and says GO TO THE ER NOW I go to the ER and learn I had a heart attack. At 39 The only thing I could think about was how I let me family down. The only thing I could thing about was my dad having a triple bypass surgery at about the same age.