It is no secret that Bruce Lee trained hard. Extremely hard. He trained his body to such an insane degree that he even had a habit of repeatedly hitting gravel, stones and trees to harden his hands and increase the density of his finger bones and knuckles.
Even when in ‘resting mode’ Bruce Lee never quite rested, never all the way — he was an expert of multi-tasking and would, for instance, use grippers for increased grip strength and forearm power while watching football or the news with friends and family. He’d also casually hold and release weights in his hands or grip the surface of whatever he sat on or near.
He’d ride bikes, everywhere, or when doing an errand, go running. He was almost perpetually in motion. It was really quite something to behold. Was it healthy? I’m not so sure. At times his body was in tremendous pain, and he’d just… go on, keep pushing, never resting. Rest, recovery, ha! He laughed at those things. He’d rest in his grave, Lee would boast. He slept with one eye open like a cowboy, new exercises, new routines and regimes to improve his force always on his mind.
The control the man had over his body was incredible and his force phenomenal and ferocious. The man was almost as much a tiger or some other super predator as he was a human being. Near the end… he sort of, evolved. He was still a man, but he was also a bit more than just a man. He was a legend. Aware of how, around each and every street corner, a challenger could be waiting.
Bruce Lee got into a lot of fights, he always felt the need to prove his worth, to prove his skill, to prove his teachings and to be on top of his game. He had to always adapt, he had to always be alert, always on his guard. It can’t have been easy. He was a fitness fanatic of the highest order, obsessed with his food, his drinking and training habits to a level that almost seems impossible. He demanded incredibly much from himself and from his body, ran it like a racehorse at the racetrack, all in, in a high stakes race that never quite seemed to end.
In the end I am not sure what killed Bruce Lee exactly. I’ve read he may have responded badly to medication, causing his brain to swell. His death wasn’t pleasant, but it seems to have been quick and rather sudden. Did he push his body beyond the limits of what a human being is capable of? Quite likely. But what a man he was. And what a life he lived! link of original post :https://www.quora.com/Did-Bruce-Lee-overtrain-and-act-too-much-and-exhausted-himself