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To me, the much discussed ‘runner’s high’ feels like folding space and time in half as if it were a piece of paper.

When you’re running hard, especially during a race, every metre feels like an eternity.

But later you can barely remember running that part of the route, as if it passed in the blink of an eye on happened in a dream.

I experience this feeling mainly in races, especially because I compete for a club and take my running seriously.

That runner’s high is experienced in full force on an important 5k race.

There is no hiding place on a 5k, the short distance means you have no time to settle in, you just have to take the handbrake of and GO.

It makes every 200 metres feel like a mile but a few blinks later, you’re on the last mile. Your rival is just in front of you but you’re closing in on them as their stamina desserts them.

You feel the course and the wooshing winds of fate pushing you on to a sprint finish as you blast past another three runners.

And just like that, it’s over and through the power of your mind, you’ve folded in half, the time and space between the start and finish line.