There's something wrong with my heart.
It shouldn't be working like this. It should be doing something else. Something normal. More like everybody else's heart.
I don't understand it. I have only been running in the park for ten minutes and my brand-new sneakers have luminous swoosh signs on the side. But already my leg muscles are burning, my breath is coming in these wheezing little gasps and my heart -- don't get me started on my heart. My heart is filling my chest like some giant undigested kebab.
My heart is stabbing me in the back.
My heart is ready to attack me.
It's Sunday morning, a big...