By STACIE FANELLI
Sixteen years ago, Carol Schulte, an aerobic-dancing instructor and all-around fitness nut, walked into a doctor’s office to get an explanation for her stiff arm and inability to hold a cup of coffee to her lips. She walked out with an incurable, lifelong illness.
Afterward, she took a final run down the ski slopes of Vermont.
“That was a pity party,” she said.
But since then, she’s has had little time to feel sorry for herself.