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Bad Stuff That's Happened to You = Expensive Lessons You've Already Paid For

Most people start feeling bad for themselves when something goes wrong in their life. The way I see it, something going wrong is an expensive lesson I already paid for - might as well take it.

A few years ago, I was doing squats in the gym with bad form and a fairly large amount of weight. I had two plates on each side and the bar... that's 4x45 + 35 lbs if I remember correctly = 205 lbs. That was fine, I had legs like tree trunks back then. But I had slightly bad form - when you do squats, you're supposed to push your ass backwards, not bend your knees forwards. Slight difference, but it wears on the cartilage.

One day my right leg started to buckle. I was in a power rack, and what you're supposed to do is drop the weight. But y'know, you don't necessarily think about that when your leg starts to buckle. So I threw all the weight onto my other leg and pushed up hard to re-rack the bar. Ripped some of the cartilage in my knee. Rehab, massive amounts of anti-inflammatories, and I have to stretch 5-10 minutes each day or my leg starts to hurt. Doctor said knees never fully heal, so it'll cause problems on and off forever. Ouch, kind of a bad thing to have happen in your 20's.

Last year, I was doing some Krav Maga. We were doing dry run drills of where you'd aim if you were hitting the other guy. These were common, but my shadow sparring partner was a little bit too macho and going really hard and fast and pretty close to me. Whish A fast elbow uppercut, almost connecting. Whish. Close again. But I didn't want to speak up, y'know, we're training martial arts here, not being soft.

Whis- cr-CRRACK!

In the beginning

On Kicking Thoughts

About the time I turned 40, I realized that the dream of retirement was just that. I would not be able to putter around my house, filling my days with chores and projects that I had designated years before as something I'd do when I "retired".

Circumstances and choices of both my own doing and not; have created a future for me that will undoubtedly require I continue working in some way, shape or form for the rest of my days.

Truth be told, I never planned to really retire anyway. I have too many hobbies and interests that replaced the more traditional lists of chores and projects designated for the coveted some day of "when I retire".

At the core of my being, I'm an entrepreneur. I love the process of creation and problem solving. Which caused me to run a business years ago. I'm also a Martial Artist. As far back as I can remember into my childhood, I have been infatuated, enamored, obsessed (choose any or all of those words) with the Martial Arts. Black Belt theater was my Saturday Afternoon companion. Commercial breaks were my opportunity to practice flying kicks down the hall or kip ups on the carpet.

So, back when I turned 40 (not that long ago), I realized I needed to build something now, that I could do into and through those encroaching "golden years". Something that I was passionate about; something I would never tire of or think was a "chore" put off for retirement.

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