#endurewithhonor

[sirsamurai]

Crap

Match 991

I went for a top rope hurricarana. And reached.

My shoulder popped out. I covered my opponent. He kicked out. Grabbed my arm. Yanked. Yanked again. Still out. Match continued.

After: emt puts it back in. Oh my goodness that felt weird. She then had me move it. It popped out again. She put it back in and taped it in place.

It is now 5 am. I’m still up. I’m still hurting. A lot.

I don’t know what the future holds but I do know this. It was a hell of a match. And that’s all that matters.

9 to go.

[sirsamurai]

This Friday I finally return to the ring as the Honor Society goes to war with its self.

[sirsamurai]

Fall Down Seven Times

Yesterday was utter crap.  The goal for today was for a better day all around.  The kid that went to the ER last night is ok.  Spinal Concussion.  Will be as good as new in no time.  That’s great.  Such a relief. 

I got three plus hours of sleep (go me) before I made my way to Raley Field for the Color Run, making this month 18 of me doing a race every month.  Originally there was to be a bunch of us, but real life gets in the way and there ended up before three of us.... Frost and his girlfriend, Michelle.  The gimmick is a 5k run in which people throw powered, colored, chalk on you at various points of the course. 

Something to do with all the colors meant that a very high percentage of the participants (and there were thousands of people) were women.  Fit women.  In athletic clothes.  Mostly white. 

It was fun.  Since the three of us did it together we didn’t push the pace so it was easy.  And there is nothing wrong with easy from time to time. 

Received worked that all of Rik Luxury’s gear was stolen from a car late last night.  Man.... still haunted by how crappy yesterday was. 

Only five matches on tonight’s show.  Just like last night the Honor Society had two tag matches.  Frost and I defended the belts in the opener and since we retained them Scoot and Pat defended them in the semi main event. 

Our match went fine.  It was fun.  It was over with the crowd.  The kids we faced (same kids as last week’s lucha show) did fine.

Scoot and Pat’s match went fine.... until Rik Luxury got his cheek split and needed stitches.  Rik and his partner won the belts and started to put the boots to my boys so Frost and I did a run in... and I slipped, hit my head on the floor, knocking myself out for a moment, and slid into the side of the ring hurting a toe and a thigh and an elbow.  I dragged myself up and everthing was spinning but I pulled myself into the ring as everybody laughed at me.  Pretty much my worst nightmare come true. 

I checked on my boys and I limped my way to the back.  Everything spinning,

This was WCWF’s 5 year anniversary show.  I am the only wrestler to have appeared on every single show.  Nobody notices things like that but me.  Fine.

Later, at dinner, I wanted the fall.  My version and reality don’t match up.  I told you what I thought happened.  What the video shows happening was me slipping, falling, bouncing back to my feet and sliding in the ring.  Down for a second at best.  Weird how the camera can get things so wrong. But it must have glitched or something. 

So, deep breaths.  Let today go.  It can go party with yesterday.  I need to focus on tomorrow and SPW.  Am I wrestling? Damn straight I am wrestling. 

By the way, tonight was match 50 of the year.  Not bad.   Only 42 to go until i hit a 1000.  I think.  That math might be off.  Not in a math mood. 

[sirsamurai]

Day 26

Ok clearly this “writing every day” thing has not worked out at all.  I find that depression does not lead to creative thinking. Or writing.  Or doing much of anything really.  Depression leads to being depressed.  However, somehow I have kept the working out streak alive.  26 days in a row.  Every workout is still a struggle.  My numbers, even compared to just last year, are awful....and last year sucked.  Until this year. 

Is it age? Weight?  Miles on my engine?  Who cares what it is.  Those are just excuses .  All I know is that I really need to up my game.  I want to do things like Ironman and Western States.... and I can’t run two miles.  I want to wrestle all over the world...and I can’t get booked locally. 

The universe is screaming at me to lay down and die.  To give up on everything.  Over and over.  And it’s tempting.  So tempting.  But I am not done yet.  Three goals I set years ago:  1000 matches.  Ironman.  Write a book.  Assuming this year doesn’t get even worse I should get the first one by the end.  I only need 29 matches and I pulled 51 for the first half of the year.  Of course my company lost it’s home, another may be closing, and a third that I work for may be taking the rest of the year off.  1000 seemed like a sure thing.  There are no sure things. 

On the plus side my tan is looking great.  Why?  Swimming.  Of the three disciplines I need to train for swimming is the easiest, least painful, and offers the best view.  So I swim a lot.  I need to swim more.... but somehow get back on the bike and run every day. And, of course, work.  And I need to write.  And I need to find SPW a new home. And from time to time I should try to have some fun. 

I really need to come up with other things to write about, besides how I am failing.  Negative leads to negative and lord knows I have enough negative in my head as it is.  I need positive. PMA.  I need to remember that.  Especially now. 

[sirsamurai]

I do love a good street fight

[sirsamurai]

It’s ok, the tacks are there to break our fall.

[sirsamurai]

My first title defense. My goal this belt: as many opponents, as many places, as many companies as possible. I want to set a bar so high that the next champ can’t touch what I do.

[sirsamurai]

Years pass, but something's never change