NOTHING NADA ZERO ZILCH
IT BEGINS AT 4am on a Saturday, a throbbing and unceasing pain behind my left temple. I try to go back to sleep but can’t – the second missed clue – and around 6am I face another day of weekend work.
It’s the autumn of 2020 and I’m at risk of losing my job at ESPN. Two decades of outworking others – by writing books and hosting a podcast, among other pursuits – and of taking pride in friends saying, “How do you do it all?” has convinced me I must do even more now. I should find solace in all the skills I’ve developed to support my wife, Sonya, our three kids and my mother-in-law, who moved in when she retired. But I don’t.
By midday, I can’t focus and have to lie down. Soon I’m hyperventilating as searing pain spreads to my stomach and then to my fingers
