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... r’s high”.

When maintaining a state of extreme physical difficulty, at the limit, like during a long run such as a marathon. At some point, you forget the difficulty and pain, and fall into a trance-like state where you just keep running.

It’s similar to cases where you accomplish something that would clearly be impossible normally, something that others would wonder how it’s possible.

Pain and anxiety. All of that becomes dull or disappears.

It refers to feeling ...

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