A Love Letter to Armwrestling

I love armwrestling.

It just feels so right, like humans were meant to armwrestle. It's an ancient sport that requires no extra equipment apart from straps or a table.

All the techniques and the counters, blending perfectly like our bodies were meant to armwrestle.

A low-hand toproll beautifully blocking a hook, a flop cutting through a toproll, a king's move draining a toddroll slowly etc.

Clubs bringing together all kinds of people and training with each other to be better, letting out the animals within on the competition stage after all the hard work we put.

Hand-made, bizarre tools that help us train all these weird angles and tendons, ligaments, muscles, speed, coordination etc.

And most of all, heart. You need so much heart to give your all on the table, risking your body and all the hours you've put on for those rounds of adrenaline for that satisfying pin.

The sport has got me through the toughest times in my life. A passion no one can take away from me and that will always be here no matter what. No money or status required. I am grateful for finding out about armwrestling and for the people I've met through it. It is the ultimate sport.

See you on the table.