We all have our personality quirks. Mine would be anxiety. Perhaps this goes hand-in-hand with my hypochondria. By that I mean that the slightest twinge of huffy puffy, even after running a marathon (which I would never dream of doing, by the way, but helps to illustrate my point), could well signal the first stage of a fatal heart attack. I’d probably be the only athlete whose running partner was a certified EMT instructor. Could hypnosis help? Perhaps. Here’s how, and why.