Question: What is LOS’eD?
Answer: The equivalent of getting Jacked.
Question: Why LOS’eD?
Answer: Because my name is not Jack, I don’t know Jack, and I don’t owe Jack, JACK!
On Sunday, the wrestling universe were in tears that Chris Jericho lost his final match. Supposedly it was his final match. In true Jericho fashion, Chris Jericho denied the claims that he ever said that he would walk away from wrestling if he lost at Night of Champions. However, Jericho has been on the end of a nasty series of loses. Jericho lost another match to John Morrison, who, just last week, he spurned Morrison’s chances of taking his spot in the Six-Pack Challenge.
So what does Chris Jericho have to do in order to get back on track? He’s going to have to make a major impact. When Chris Jericho returned from his three-year hiatus, he proclaimed that he was going to save us from the monotonous and androgynous WWE Heavyweight champion Randy Orton. The feud, unfortunately, never picked up because WWE’s Savior entered a feud with “The Wrestling God” JBL, while Orton had his hands full with a certain Charismatic Enigma. Then Jericho turned heel, and rarely can we have a heel against a heel. Sure, there is the occasional double-cross but that only lasts so long.
It took three years but a parallel situation has resurfaced between these two men. Randy Orton is once again the WWE Heavyweight champion, and Chris Jericho is in need of another impact. Jericho spoke out to the “man behind the curtain” on challenging the WWE Heavyweight champion, between Orton and Sheamus, after Hell in the Cell pay-per-view. And The Viper, growing tired of Jericho’s constant speeches, is granting Jericho a non-title match next week. If victorious, Jericho can name the date and time for his title shot.
Everyone tries to make an impact that is the rat race of life. The Six-Day Challenge consists of six days of working out at the gym. LOS’eD has six characters. Day one’s workout was focused on the letter “L” for “Life.” As in this is my life, it is now or never. Because I am not going to live forever. Yes, I just used Bon Jovi lyrics to make my statement that much greater.
My cardio consisted of twenty minutes of the bike, which I hardly ever use. I’m usually on the treadmill so I was not prepared for how much my hamstrings would be worked. I then attempted some time on the treadmill at 5.5 speed, and yet, my legs were quite numb from the bike. Afterwards, I proceeded with some strength training. Again, hardly ever do this, completed three-sets of reverse dumbbell lunges. For hamstrings that were already numb, this was not a smart choice. In retrospect, I sometimes get carried away because I feel like I can do anything at the gym. I finished off with some biceps curls, simply because my butt, thighs, and legs were practically shot.
A funny little wrestling tidbit from my day: I was chanting “Rob. Van. Dam!” by myself in the elevator, and I was really into it. My eyes were closed because I like to pretend that I’m receiving the adulation from the fans. So in the midst of my third chant, the elevator doors opened to this middle aged black guy. The man rolled his eyes and pursed his lips, like Stanley Hudson from The Office. That was embarrassing. But much like Jericho, I denied the awkward silence that anything had happened. And THAT was Day One.