My Own Grind
Saw something about that slap fighting fella, Sorin Comsa. Rough stuff, man. Watching guys just stand there and take hits like that, it’s wild. Made me think about pushing through pain, though maybe in a less… face-smashing way.
It took me back to this time I decided I was gonna build a custom workbench for my garage. All by myself. Never really built anything that big before, but how hard could it be, right? Famous last words.
Getting Started
So, I went out, bought a load of lumber. Heavy stuff. Lugged it all back home. Got my saw, measuring tape, screws. Felt pretty good, like a real craftsman, you know? I had this rough sketch I drew on a napkin. That was my blueprint.
The Struggle Begins
First couple of cuts, okay. Then things started going sideways. Wood wasn’t perfectly straight. My cuts weren’t perfectly square. Tried assembling the frame, and nothing lined up. It was wobbly from the get-go. I spent hours just trying to get the basic legs and frame stable. Measuring, cutting again, drilling new holes. My hands started getting sore from gripping the drill and saw.
- Measured wrong, had to recut pieces.
- Screws stripped because the wood was tougher than I thought.
- Dropped a heavy piece right on my foot. Let out a few choice words then.
- Got frustrated, really frustrated. Wanted to just junk the whole pile of wood.
Pushing Through
I remember standing there, sweating, sawdust everywhere, looking at this mess I’d made. Could’ve just stopped. Bought a workbench instead. But something in me just wouldn’t let it go. Stubborn, I guess. Like seeing those slap fighters take another hit when they look like they’re done. You just… keep going?
So I kept at it. Worked late into the night for a few days. Forced pieces together. Used extra brackets. Drank a lot of coffee. My back was killing me. My hands got blisters. It wasn’t pretty work, honestly. Lots of trial and error. Mostly error.
The Result
Finally, after what felt like forever, I had something that looked like a workbench. It was solid, surprisingly. Not perfectly level, mind you. And definitely wouldn’t win any beauty contests. Scratches, crooked screws, bits of wood filler everywhere. But it was standing. And I built it.
Seeing that Sorin Comsa guy endure that punishment… it’s a different league of tough, obviously. Extreme. But it reminded me of that workbench fight. Sometimes you just gotta grit your teeth and push through the rough spots, even if it’s just against some stubborn pieces of wood in your garage. You get banged up a bit, maybe question your sanity, but you get it done. Or at least, you get something done.
