If I can endure pain in a marathon I can endure anything. So I thought. Beads of cold sweat trickling down my forehead as the guy needled my wing on both of my ankle. Twenty minutes of excruciating pain. This is worse than pain from marathon. This is pain with capital P, a stubborn and loud one that wouldn't go away just by concentrating on my breath. But I'm glad I met Pain. Agony from marathon seem friendlier now. I'm definitely going to do another marathon!
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