Wrestling Reflection Paper

When I was 13 Years old I loved wrestling. I grew up with it with my family all my life. Determined to join the eighth grade wrestling team in middle school, I made the team with no hesitation in October. I arrived to every single practice and did my work and then left to go home. Working hard for the first match of my wrestling career all I was wanting was to achieve my first victory. As weeks have passed and in November I was told of my first couple of matches. Training extra just to prepare for this major event in my life. As soon as the day came I was just focused on pinning my opponent. A warm day in November came, and I saw all these other schools approach my middle school. Students who are taller and bigger than my own stature. I wondered

Wanting to go to this tournament I was not given the chance. I was out for the entire season and Trying to deal with my broken twig arm. This is my first ever broken bone in my life and I realized doing little everyday tasks would be hard enough to just complete. Taking longer to get dressed, or to just eat, and to use my non dominant hand to write and hold numerous items. After having this experience I realized that it would only help me in my everyday life. To become ambidextrous and find other ways to do normal tasks while taking it a different approach. I would never do wrestling again in that I felt like it really wasn 't for me even though I grew up with it. Even though I wouldn’t wrestle again, I still went to every single practice and ran the stairs. To stay fit and showed my support for the team always. On behalf of this incident occurred in my life, it had not meant I would stop staying in shape, I persevered. This showed me that even if I have a goal I wanted, not everything can come true and that 's all right. But to test me to keep at my hard work I have always put forth. I wonder sometimes about what if instead of going to practice if I just went home with my broken arm. Glad that I kept doing the warm-ups, and when I re-think about the day how I broke my arm and how it happened, I always crack up with laughter every