My journey to improve my wrestling started today. Clint took our class through hell and back. We drilled take downs, live, for at least an hour and a half. I am now disoriented, dehydrated, drained, defiled, and debased.
If you’re curious but don’t want to wrestle, try this:
Crawl inside a semi truck cement mixer, crank the heat up to 110° (Centigrade), toss in boulders, add a couple wildebeest, and top it off with 50 gallons of Elmer’s Glue. Turn the cement mixer on and get back to me in a couple hours. Wrestling is hard.