I am able to force start my adrenaline. It's not unheard of. There are some who can. Here is an example of where such people are found:
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qi...02041516AAuDIlp.
I can do it by creating voluntary anger. It's hard to explain. You know how dance lessons over and over can give what's known as muscle memory to duplicate those movements over and over? You could say this is like emotional memory. In less than a minute, I can make myself furious. (Troublesome past.) The thing is though, it's what's known as "double edged sword." I'll try to explain what doing this is like.
You know how credit cards work? You don't haev sufficient funds, so you charge credit, using money that you don't have to pay it off later. Using adrenaline for extended periods causes immense fatigue. It begins while you're still in the mode, and if you suddenly stop yourself, it's quite a shock to your body, as it spent energy it didn't have, and the end result is a bill. If I do it for too long, it becomes difficult to even more for a while. But let's get to the benefits, huh?
If you can do this well enough, you cause an extreme pain reduction. I've done some tests. I've gotten like this, then ran as fast as I could on a road made or loose rocks, not pavement. For over a minute, it didn't hurt at all. Back to the bill thing though, when I stopped and sat down, I felt all the pain I would have felt otherwise all at once. The pain persisted for a while and I had to limp.
Those who've seen picture know I have a small body. Nonetheless, my old boss from the hardware store would tell you I'm the "strongest" loader he's ever had employed under him. It's not that I'm strong, it's what I do to make up for that. They had these six feet tall, one hundred foot long rolls of wire fencing. Even with a partner, we loaders struggle to load them, as they are quite heavy. Well, you can call up who my head loader was, and he'll tell you that I'd get like that, I could load them by myself, one after the other for some time. Also, due to the pain thing, the pressure of the wiring didn't hurt when I lifted alone either.
When I'd stop and see the marks on my arms, I'd sometimes be surprised, since I didn't feel myself getting them while I worked. Depending on how long I'd do such things, I'd be gasping for breath afterwards. The loader was aware I can do this, and at first enjoyed it. However, he's a caring guy, so after seeing how much it'd wear on me, he told me that I am no longer allowed to get like that unless someone was with me.
This state makes me very impatient. I do not think about my actions, but instead hurry to get them done. That make may seem bad in general, but as a loader there, I only had to lift things and, well, load them onto peoples' vehicles, so wasn't much to think about.
It takes less than a minute for me to get very sweaty and for my heart to start racing. It's an exhilarating feeling, both painful and pleasant at the same time. Anyway, just thought I'd mention something else about me.
