I was not ready. That was always my excuse. But I never knew how much fun it was to lose. Wrestling was a sport I have wanted to do since at least my sixth grade year, if not earlier. Physical contact sports always intrigued me, and I wanted nothing more than to play them. Hockey, football, soccer, wrestling, they all appealed to me in more ways than one, but my mother only ever let me play soccer. She had that old fashioned thinking, and believed that girls should be cheerleaders and volleyball players. Which of course, I am in those sports as well, but they are not enough. Sure, I love to cheer and play an extremely intense version of “do not let the balloon hit the floor”, but the sports never really reached and sucked me in. I was never entertained watching professional cheerleaders or volleyball players, or even watching the varsity team play. If I was not playing or cheering, then I was not interested. I have absolutely no desire to be part of a college team, and I am not going to pressure my children into doing them either. …show more content…
For at least four years I wanted to wrestle. I do not know why, I did not even watch real wrestling, only WWE, which I knew was scripted. But finally, my sophomore year of high school, my mom let me wrestle. Why, you might ask? Why would she suddenly have a change of heart? Because, she set a prerequisite. Lose twenty pounds. Something I had tried so many, many times to do and never succeeded. She thought I could not do it, just like everyone else, but I did it. So finally, I could wrestle. I was a slow learner, but I had a tremendous amount of heart, and I tried my best. For a large majority of the season, however, I was injured. A certain individual decided he did not like me, and did an illegal move over and over while coach was not watching, and my shoulder is still screwy to this day because of
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But I learned to move on and not worry about what others think. I got onto the stand still and I was the 2nd best wrestler in the state that
Her mother died when she was at a young age, though that made her become more determined with the desire to expose her mother to the world and gain new
So when the first day of the season came, I went to the first practice. After the first I wanted to quit. My whole entire body was sore and I was exhausted. I stuck it out and realized that the sport isn 't bad at all. So next season I really tried hard and became Toll Gate High School 's first Division
As I limped back to the team camp, tears still streaming down my face, I made my decision right then and there. This fight was not over, and I was going to return to that course a year later and prove to everyone, and myself, that I am more than just a mediocre one, I can be an outstanding
my mother yelled. I attempted to explain how I wasn’t going to let down my team because of one injury. “Baseball is my whole life, mom. Tomorrow is the first tournament game,” I explained, “I will find a way to play.” Me being the stubborn kid I am, I talked them into letting me play.
That’s why it was hard at first is because I was used to the way my old teachers taught things and everything was so different for me. When I was little I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be. At first I wondered why I even tried out for the team because I had to be at the school for practice at six in the morning, Monday through Saturday. But I kept telling myself that change is good and that things might be hard but things will always work itself out no matter how hard it is. So to this day I’m so glad that I kept telling myself that
Wonderful Wrestling A Satirical Perspective on Sports Throughout my life I have been blessed to compete in the oldest sport in the world, wrestling. I’ve been able to compete in all three styles of wrestling and seen success in folkstyle, freestyle, and GrecoRoman. While I could go on about my own personal accomplishments, I would like to point the finger not at myself, but behind me towards the driving forces that play a huge role in my matches. No, I am not talking about the cheerleaders whose use of the same three cheers displays their knack for understanding wrestling.
Narrative essay Life throws many challenges at you, but you need to know when to tackle them and when not to. A challenge is something that Is a struggle for you and needs more attention than a problem. Now I know this from experience from the time that my baseball team was in the league finals and disaster struck out. The day was June 13, 2015. This day is a day that will always teach me something new and life mending every time that I bring it up.
Growing up in my house something baseball related was always going on. I made the decision to dedicate my life to baseball when I was young. Baseball became more than a sport to me. It was not just an activity to do after school anymore. It became much more than that.
I felt like I didn't stand out anymore. Every time I got an opportunity to play I would seize the occasion and show out. For some reason this wasn't enough to show the coaches how good I am. I was tired of putting in so much work to be benched behind the coaches “favorites”.
Not to mention my ever so lovely coaches. Coach Robinson was about 6’1” and about 210 pounds. Coach Castro was about 5’7” and about 170 pounds. There was no one else going to state so of course i had to wrestle them. At the time
What started from all sports camp in 6th grade, I had my first experience with wrestling. Playing socks or sumo, and learning my first penetration step. I loved it. It was unlike football, where you had to rely on your teammates; good or bad. If you won in wrestling, it was all because of your effort, your time, and your motivation; not anyone else’s.
My parents are huge baseball fans, so they decided to sign me up for a little league tee ball program in hopes that I would one day play softball in highschool or college. This is comical looking back on it, because knowing me now, softball is one of the last things I can see myself doing. I was very shy growing up however I do vaguely remember making a few friends while in little league, so the social aspect wasn’t an issue. These tee ball practices last for about month until I dramatically decided that tee ball, or any outdoor sport for that matter, simply wasn’t for me. I would not suggest throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the outfield and running to the bleachers because you can’t take the heat.