Originally Posted by
Bill Been
Walk with me now into the future. A future with an epic confrontation looming in the gauzy distance. It's there, but it's without form and void. As time passes, the confrontation begins to resolve, to solidify. Smears become blurs; blurs become blobs; blobs become shapes; shapes become objects; objects come into sharp focus. There it is. A requirement to provide some evidence that I train, that my training has led to improvement, and that I will faithfully follow through on providing evidence of this improvement in video form which will subsequently be directly compared to that of a challenger. This obviously won't do.
Do I:
1) Wreck my ankle again leaping over a friend's Aventador;
2) Seriously injure my back attempting to squat without my safety squat bar woobie;
3) Have a sudden life change involving a forced relocation due to having been selected for the first manned mission to Mars;
4) Learn of Scrub's tragic death in a dramatic yacht racing accident involving Richard Gere, a Saudi prince, and Sir Richard Branson (who fled the scene);
5) Get a short-notice invitation to try out for one of the better local YMCA pickup basketball teams;
There are myriad possibilities for getting out of this ill-defined challenge at the last moment.
Wagering on which one or which type, will be employed could, in the absence of Herbison getting it back together for cat GIFs, provide minutes of fun.