Jack Volker knew something wasn’t right.
A week before the Myrtle Beach Marathon in 2017, the Monroe, Michigan, resident had arrived in town and was getting in a run when he was struck by a weird feeling.
“I went running that morning and came back to the house and thought, ‘I just don’t feel right. I must be coming down with the flu,’” he says.
It was a natural assumption. His wife, Janet, already was laid up with the flu, and the two had just traveled in a car together from Michigan for their winter stay at the beach. But another run – with the marathon just days away – brought on the same symptoms.
“I just had a little funny feeling in my head,” says Volker, who turns 72 in April. “I can’t really describe it. It was just a funny feeling, and my legs became very rubbery.”