Three legged dog

The Three-Legged Degen's Run

The three-legged dawg wakes up every morning missing one leg.
Doesn't bitch about it.
Doesn't wait for it to grow back.
He just stands up—wobbly as hell at first—shakes off the dew, and starts runnin'.
Crypto markets are the same damn field every day:Whales barrel through like semis on the interstate, trying to flatten you.
FOMO pumps look like open highway, then slam on brakes and leave you upside down in the ditch.
Rug pulls? That's the hidden pothole that snaps your ankle mid-stride.
And the charts? Endless uneven ground—peaks you gotta clear, dips that swallow you if you mistime the landing.Most degens quit after the first bad fall.
They crawl back to fiat, lick their wounds, tell themselves "never again."
But the three-legged dawg?
He falls too. Hard.
Loses another chunk of stack, feels the phantom pain, tastes the blood in his mouth from biting his tongue on that revenge trade.
Then he gets up.
Again.
On three legs.
Limps a little faster each time.
Learns the rhythm of the terrain.
Starts timing his jumps so he doesn't just clear the whale—he lands on its back, rides the momentum, racks the points, bounces higher than before.
That's not luck.
That's adaptation.
That's scar tissue turning into armor.
That's every degen who's still in the game in 2026:
Down bad in '22 bear, rekt on Luna, rugged on some Sol meme, over-leveraged on perps, FOMO'd into the top of every cycle...
Still here.
Still running.
Because the three-legged dawg knows the truth nobody posts on X:
You don't need four perfect legs to win this race.
You just need to refuse to stop.
One good entry, one hold through the shakeout, one smashed whale at a time...
and suddenly you're not limping anymore.
You're sprinting.
So when the next dump hits and your portfolio looks like roadkill, remember the dawg in the center of that screen.
He's you.
Gimpy, stubborn, unbreakable.
Still chasing the next moon.
Keep runnin', brother.
The field's wide open.