So. As you may be aware, I can’t shut up about Seth Rollins. I have not shut up about him since July. And this is fine, I’m having fun being a wrestling fan and a fan of this particular nerd, it’s a good time!
However. Recently, I’ve been feeling rubbish about a thing and that thing is the fact that I am not one bit fit. I have a bum knee after a dislocation years ago (they both dislocate far too easily, which is why I never run. For anything) and I’m also hugely lazy. I joined a gym twice in the last two years, then quit because I just couldn’t be arsed. So I’m really, really unfit. I am the slowest walker I have ever met, for example.
And then. And then you start watching these people do ridiculous things in a wrestling ring and you realise how HARD they must work. The level of fitness they need to do the things they do is off any scale I have a reference for.
And hey, you know who else blew his knee? He started from an infinitely higher baseline of fitness than I did, but the fact remains that Seth Rollins blew every ligament in his knee and I’ve seen the documentary, I’ve seen what it did to him, I’ve seen where he is now and how he came back even stronger, and dammit dammit DAMMIT if it doesn’t make me think, well, Kez, you’re the only one who can do a damn thing about this problem.
So I joined the gym again.
And I went for the first time tonight.
And I wanted to give up after twenty minutes on a bike.
But I didn’t.
I did not give up because I thought about Seth, who did not give up. I am literally, actually, for real using a wrestler as inspiration to push myself through stuff.
Look, I’m fat, okay? I’ve always been fat, I don’t care any more, I’m not doing this for weight loss. I just want some level of physical fitness. I want to be able to walk for miles without it being tiring, I want to be able to lift heavy shit without hating every muscle in my arms, I want to be able to do stuff faster, I want to stop being too tired to walk home from the station at the end of the day. Little things like that.
And so I started. It’s been one evening, it isn’t much. But I started.
But I feel ridiculous because of why I started. I started because of Seth freakin’ Rollins. That IS ridiculous. I mean for fuck’s sake I even did it listening to the WWE Workout playlist he made for Spotify. RIDICULOUS.
Maybe it doesn’t matter why you start as long as you start. Maybe you have to take inspiration wherever you can get it. Maybe I was right the first time and I’m daft, but… I started. And when I want to give up, I’m gonna think about Seth and then I’m gonna keep going.
Because he wouldn’t quit. I don’t think he’d want anyone else to quit either.