Diary of a Rehab Bro with a Hustle Hangover

So picture this: you run a marathon, then pitch a startup, then ice your knee while checking your startup runway and your Strava splits. And just when you’re about to nap, your college friend turns 50 and throws a party with an open bar and throwback Bollywood playlist.

Basically, you feel both a Yoda and Vader. A lil’ broken, a lil’ boss.

Hi, I’m
Half entrepreneur.
Half-injured athlete.
Part-time emotional baraat dancer at milestone birthdays.
100% walking identity crisis.

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Act 1: The Social Network IRL (but vibes are off)

If you’re both a founder and a runner, congrats, you’re now a social cactus. Your friends be like, “Brunch?” and you’re like, “Can’t. Zone 2 cardio. Also, product launch. Also, 50th birthday party at 7PM sharp.”

You’re that person who crashes house parties just to pitch your latest MVP idea and stretch your IT band. You post once on IG, ghost for 6 weeks, then come back with a Reel about ankle mobility.

You love people, but only in intervals.

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Act 2: Cast Away: LinkedIn but Make it Sad

You thrive in solitude. You’ve literally started calling your protein shaker “Wilson.” Your home gym has more emotional support value than your wife

And yet… every time your friends go hiking, drop Spotify playlists, or call you to emcee a golden birthday bash, you feel like the weird NPC who’s too busy optimizing macros and CAC.

You show up to Diwali dinner like:
“Hey, I brought kale chips and a prototype.”

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Act 3: Mission Kinda Impossible: Fit In or Recover

Plot twist: what happens when BOTH your hamstring and your revenue graph go 👇 ?

You go from building funnels to rehabbing your knee. Your once-powerful aura becomes… one of those sad Instagram filters.

Investor: “What’s your burn rate?”
You: “One Physio session, two yoga blocks, four mental breakdowns, and one awkward dance at my friend’s 50th.”

This is your villain origin story. Or your reboot arc.

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Act 4: The Avengers (but it’s just you in compression socks)

You know what? We don’t quit. We cry. We doomscroll. We maybe Google “mountain cave WiFi detox.” But we rise.

We stretch.
We rebrand.
We make comeback playlists.

We swap unicorn dreams for zebra plans and learn to walk before we launch again.

You know what they say: Soft tissue heals, but soft founders? Nah. We stay scrappy.

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Final Scene: The Comeback Kid.exe

Yes, I’m on sabbatical.
Yes, I’m rehabbing this knee.
No, I don’t miss the 10PM Slack pings. (Okay maybe a little.)

But you know what I’ve learned? Downtime is the new dev time. Silence is the new SaaS.

So if you’re a little broken, a little ghosted by your own motivation—hi. I see you.

We might be niche. But we’re not done.

Cue music: 🎶 Eye of the Tiger but Lo-fi and with chill beats to launch to.

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P.S. If you spot a bald guy doing knee rehab while sipping Talisker and lip-syncing to Govinda at a 50th birthday bash: it’s me. Don’t interrupt. I’m busy launching v2.0 of myself.