I recently finished Frozen Ed Furtaw's
"Tales From Out There: The Barkley Marathons, The World's Toughest Trail Race", and near the end there was a description of a sleep-deprived ultrarunner who had an experience that I howled my way through... I suspect that many folks who have similarly pushed their limits and experienced that state of "
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Likewise, I went on a mountain bike ride in about 1983 where we started out at 85 degrees, so I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and not being totally foolish, took a windbreaker, and halfway into the ride, two hours later, a howling storm dropped that to sub-freezing and heavy snow and we had to walk out, and I was sufficiently hypothermic I was no longer able to speak coherently, apparently. I don't actually remember most of that. But again there were other people along who weren't in quite as dire conditions, and they managed to keep everything going. When that started, I do remember a serious lack of understanding about why we were still walking, when we had bikes. It didn't occur to me that we couldn't actually ride in those conditions.
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