I understand the joke but am being serious about wanting people to share their experiences with coping mechanisms.
I’ve been in pain before, broken bones, crutches for 6 months. I live with Rheumatoid Arthritis. I’ve run ultramarathons, ‘running’ or moving forward for 24 hours (serious self-inflicted pain).
Side track but these types of races are like an awakening or birth. There are bouts of excitement, enjoyment, pain, despair, misery, doubt, highest of highs and lowest of lows, running thru the night for no reason other than to not quit, not give up. Then something happens, the sun comes up and you get a rush. Pain is still there but it’s replaced with grit and you finish, then afterwards you feel like shit again, get the flu, promise you’ll never run again, start lifting, order some steroids and join Meso.
Anyway, back to the topic. I don’t think I’ve ever been in the type of situation you’ve described. I consider myself blessed. However the human brain is capable of so much. Mental toughness is important. For some in extreme torture, I imagine it’s more like second by second, minute by minute, rather than day-by-day. Fuck - makes me glad to have been blessed, and sorry for those in pain.