That Whole Mess Reminds Me…
You know, thinking about stuff like that whole Hardcore Holly and Brock Lesnar situation… it really brings back some memories. Not about wrestling specifically, but about pushing things too far, thinking you’re tougher than you are.
I remember this one time, years back, I was trying to get back in shape. Like, really get back in shape. I wasn’t a kid anymore, but my brain hadn’t quite caught up with that fact. I saw all these younger guys doing crazy workouts, lifting heavy, just going all out.
So, what did I do? I decided I could jump right back in where I thought I left off. No easing into it. No listening to my body. Just pure ego, I guess.
- I hit the gym.
- Skipped most of the warm-up, ’cause who needs that, right?
- Loaded up the bar with way more weight than I should have for squats.
- Felt a little twinge on the first rep. Ignored it.
- Pushed through the second. Felt more than a twinge.
- On the third rep, something just… went. Sharp pain in my lower back.
Dropped the weight, barely made it upright. Man, was I stupid. Laid me up for a good week, couldn’t even bend over to tie my shoes properly. Had to shuffle around like an old man.
It was a hard lesson. Just like Holly found out the hard way with Lesnar, sometimes physics and reality don’t care about how tough you think you are. You push something past its breaking point, and it’s gonna break. Doesn’t matter if it’s a bone or just your own dumb pride.
Took me a while to really learn that. Had to seriously adjust how I approached things, especially physical stuff. Started slow. Listened to the aches and pains. Realized it’s better to build up steady than to crash and burn trying to be a hero overnight.
So yeah, seeing or thinking about those kinds of intense moments, like that Holly/Lesnar thing, always just reminds me of that time I learned my own limits the stupid way. It’s a process, getting older, getting wiser… or at least, less dumb.
