My limbs began to go numb from the tips of my tingling fingers down to my pulsating feet. Blood beat intentionally through my every vein. My lungs pumped air rhythmically in and out, in and out. The numbness began to hit every muscle, every inch of my body, as my legs moved up, down, up, down and my arms swayed back, forth, back forth. I couldn't feel a thing; I should be keeling over, doubling in half like a magnet to the hard pavement, and yet I kept going. This must be what adrenaline is. The familiar sight of neighborhoods came into view as I approached the six mile mark. No, this must be what accomplishment is.
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