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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&#xA;&#xA;&#xA;&#xA;&#xA;&#xA;&#xA;  &#xA;  &#xA;&lt;figure&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;https://mrdee.in/images/journal-the-doctor-who-disappeared.png&#34; alt=&#34;Kaveri Trail Marathon 2013&#34; class=&#34;mx-auto my-0 rounded-md&#34; /&gt;&#xA;&lt;/figure&gt;&#xA;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Kaveri Trail Marathon, 2013. Srirangapatna. Mile 24, and I had nothing left.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;rsquo;t slow — I stopped making sense. There&amp;rsquo;s a place past exhaustion where the body starts negotiating with you, and I was deep in it. That&amp;rsquo;s where he found me.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;The Doc was running alongside when I hit the wall. What followed was 30 minutes of the sharpest pain I&amp;rsquo;ve ever been in — and then, on the other side of it, a rush of endorphins unlike anything before or since. I crossed the finish line at 5hr 40min, just minutes shy of the cutoff. What had been agony was now a memory. Dragons slain.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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