I think those humbling moments make us better people. Or at least provide inspiration to do better at other things.
There was a guy on our dorm floor that played for the college baseball team and was drafted into the San Diego Padres organization. One day I wanted to see how I could face that level of pitching. The baseball field was right outside the dorm door.
He was throwing breaking stuff and I couldn't even lay a bat on it. Not even a foul ball.
Junior High and high school wrestling was another clue that wrestling was not for me. Our school colors were purple and white and the wrestling mats were purple.
Usually went home with a purple nose......
Haven't given up completely on masochism. Golf ! At some point I learned that I'm not good enough to get mad at myself , so I just enjoy it.
( To put it in perspective - just having a very average handicap, there is a light year between my skill and the local Club Pro. And there are several skill light years between a club pro and a top amateur. Then pile on some more light years between top amateurs and the #350 ranked touring Pro. And then add more light years between a low level touring Pro and a top 10 ranked golfer.) I think the reason for that is the ability to recover from mistakes.