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I know that many people are capable, when doing hard physical action, of doing far more than they thought they possibly could. I'm just wondering if there is any sort of measure or sign that you are actually approaching your ultimate limit of exertion. Can you tell if you're doing yourself any serious damage?

Just wondering

In reply to FesteringSore:

Pain

In reply to FesteringSore:

Vomiting

In reply to FesteringSore:

muscle tear or ligament tear, emotional damage(if that counts)

but if your in so much pain I assume the body passes out

In reply to FesteringSore:

Collapsing

In reply to FesteringSore:

if your throwing up your getting close, anything less than that and your not doing any harm (baring injury for any number of reasons). I guess passing out would have to be your true cardiovascular limit, as you can no longer supply enough oxygen to the brain while your muscles are working. this actually tends to happen after you have stopped and your heart rate starts to lower a fraction (eg Mo Farrah the other day)

In reply to FesteringSore:

Your rectum blows out

In reply to crayefish:

literally busting a nut

In reply to FesteringSore:

You know when you see someone and you can't tell whether they got a sex face on or they're having a stroke? That.

In reply to JIMBO:


I think in most cases you are still way off at this point, I have run races where I have vomited once I crossed the finish line, but still felt I could have given more.

So, if I've been walking most of the day over rugged terrain, and merely feel knackered and as if I just want to stop, sore feet, legs aching a bit, I've probably still got quite a bit in reserve.

In reply to FesteringSore:

Had an arm rip off, that was at my limit.

In reply to FesteringSore:

I did a bike race a couple of years ago - I'll never forget it. 10 laps of a 9km circuit with a short climb at the end of every lap to the finish.
The pace was so high for the fist 2 laps I was physically sick, all over the top tube and down my legs, I stunk - lots of riders were shelled, every time I crossed the line I saw my van and wanted to climb off - agony.
After about an hour the pace dropped and I could breathe - then the pace went up again and I vomited again. For the last 2/3 laps everyone was f*cked and looking at eachother thinking who's going to win this f*cking race - I attacked and rode 9km on my own and won. I puked again a few minutes after crossing the line. The next few days I was ill and in a bad way - was it worth it? I don't know. It taught me lots of things - lots of clichés.
If it's hurting me it's killing them. Losing is forever, pain is temporary.
true story.

E

In reply to The New NickB:

Vomiting blood...