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10-20-10 09:26 AM |
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Originally Posted by EventServices
(Post 11647710)
I've always believed that the body is capable of much more than the mind will allow.
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Originally Posted by vkalia
(Post 11649573)
Actually, i read a paper somewhere that states this to be the case. The mind is wired to get you to cease activity before reaching its actual limit - IIRC, something along the lines of evolutationary coding to save something in case a saber tooth came looking for you. Peak activity involves training the body to actually overcome the brain's "safety shutdown" and actually go to the limit. Apparently, once you do this a few times, it becomes easier to actually repeat this in the future.
It is amazing the sorts of pain you can teach your body to ignore. I've been kicked full-on in the nuts in a sparring match and actually finished 3 more minutes till the round ended before collapsing in pain. Now I need to learn to do the same with the lactic burn in the legs for cycling.
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I agree. When I was racing duathlons, towards the end of the second run, say a mile or so before the finish, my body seemed to have nothing left but the desire to finish. Some people would pass me and I would give up on chasing, as though my body was raising the white flag, and all my motivation to finish strong evaporated, my mind saying what I thought pre-race (my goals and sense of strength) was foolish and didn't matter. When I would visually see the finish line, I would coax my mind into the concept that pain is not real, simply an electric signal to the brain telling my body to respond a certain way. So I would mentally override and ignore the signal, and finish with a strong kick that would usually allow me to overtake several people that had previously overtaken me. There's no way I could ignore that forever being in a ridiculous anaerobic state, but it was interesting what I could summon when I thought I had nothing left.
Similarly, when biking through Mexico one day, my buddy and I were climbing in the mountains for 6+ hours without food or water. Worst physical and metal state I had ever been in, could hardly turn the crank one more stroke. If that saber tooth were to come along I would have given no fight. The stuff going on in my mind I don't want to admit. Once we saw a house with a smoke from a cooking fire up at the summit, strength to stand out the saddle and sprint for a half mile came from nowhere. It was there all along obviously, just couldn't find it.
I used to kind of relish or challenge that pain, but as I get older, I don't have that strong a desire. Maybe if I got into some competition again I might feel that way, but now I relish getting to the limits, but not surpassing them. I think its all mental, and its about tricking and goading ourselves past our innate self doubts.
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