When I was five, I almost fell into a river, I was hanging off a root on a very short 'dirt cliff' I knew I was weak, but out of nowhere I managed to pull myself upto the point where my friends could hoist me up. Its something I've always enjoyed, a feeling of desperation that releases adrenaline, I would definetly do something like that.
About my 'absolute limit'... One of my friends wanted to get a reputation at our school, so we arranged a fight to try and attract a crowd, so I could let him win. After a while, the both of us lost our tempers and the fight turned real. We constantly swung and kicked, rarely managing to hit eachother, always moving. The fight lasted much longer than normal and I was getting weak, while my friend was losing more of his patience. After he completly lost his temper, he landed a hard hit on me, close to the chin. This set me off and I charged at him, punched rapidly and kept pushing him back, close to a brick wall. After he took control of the fight, I noticed I was getting weaker and weaker, until he got another hit on my chin, which forced me to swing once. The hit missed, but as I fell, my feet kept moving forward, tossing me into him, he hit his head on the wall and passed out.
If you wanted ALL the details, there they are, along with the fact that thanks to my family, i've ended up with some sort of affliction. Every time I get angry, it puts stress on my body, when I get angry, it gets hard to feel something that would normally hurt like hell, or my own weakening. In many points in time, I became too weak after calming down that I could not move. I passed this point during the last etches of the fight.
The most advice you could give would be 'calm down' or 'control your anger'. |