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Just erupting from a deep blackout not realizing what had just taken place only a few minutes before, as I looked around twelve familiar faces looked back at me with a nervous angst that I myself was about to experience. Eventually coming to my senses I looked at my arm as shock was pouring through my entire body like a ocean flooding a city during a hurricane. My arm should’ve been laying down the side of my body and only the top half was while the other was flipped over facing the wrong direction. It had been my first wrestling practice that I had been to for a few years. It wasn’t even a regular season practice it was just a captain's practice only two days before the regular season. We started off the practice playing a game where …show more content…
They then put pain medication through and in about five minutes my entire body had gone numb and my head was no longer in the right place. We then approached the hospital when they rolled me into the operating room. The doctor then came in with the anesthesiologist where she had given me something that put me under. I don't remember a single thing I just remember waking up and the nurse was wrapping my arm up and putting a sling on me. Eventually after what seemed like forever the doctor finally arrived back to my room to ask if we had any questions to which after that he had released me with a prescription for pain meds that we had later gotten from the medecine machine that was basically was just a vending machine for meds. My dad had left to go home and I then went with my mom to her house and on the drive she said that she had stayed to watch the operation because she sees operations taking place everyday so it wasn’t as gruesome as some of the things that she witnesses daily. I then asked how it went from her standpoint because I had no recollection of the events that had just taken place. She said that after I went under the doctor tried to place my elbow back into the joint but it had been so hard that with his strength he had been unable to do it alone so they had
I was shaking when we went inside--- I absolutely hate the doctors office! There was only one people waiting to be seen; with a face mask on hoping not to spread the possible air borne disease, and the others who were just sitting there waiting for perhaps friends or family members to come out. They checked me in and gave me a madatory blue bracelet to wear. In no time I was rushed in a wheel chair to the CAT scan machine. I was alone in the room which was over fifteen minutes sitting inside a large machine with flourescent lights and heat directly over my head. Slowly the lady wheeled me back to my checked in room. The doctor waiting with instant news, he announced I had no internal bleeding in my head which was the only good news I would be getting that day. The nurses and doctors came to the conclusion that I had a concussion. It sure felt like
Winning states in wrestling is one of the best moments in my life. It was at this time in Flint Michigan at IMA arena the last match of the year was finally here. I locked eyes with my opponents, walked onto the mat, put on my ankle band on, and put my foot on the tape ready to start. We shook hands. The whistle blew, I locked arms with him and it began. Our arms were locked tight, so tight I could barely move. For a second I thought he might win. But then we broke up, and I tried to take a shot he blocked it, and our arms were locked up again. The whistle blew and the first period was over, and it was tied zero to zero.
Growing up my parents ran a little lake on the outskirts of my hometown of Shelbina here in northeast Missouri. I was the "tough" one out of my family by the time I was in the ninth grade I could use two weed eaters at the same time and pick up the back end of a golf cart. At 5'3 and wearing size 16 I was big girl and was often made fun of by my peers. I wanted to be something other than the "fat girl" at school. So I became stronger than an ox and used that to my advantage. My high school coach seen me one day bench pressing a picnic table and begged me to join the weightlifting program. I excelled at the class and became known as "Pipes" I went from being the chunky girl to being the girl that was respected for my bench pressing and squats. My coach believed in me and that was all I needed to continue to do my best. That year I made a C average except for weightlifting where I got an A and earned the respect from my peers and my coach.
Before earning my black belt, I never saw myself as someone who could accomplish great things. I always undermined myself by not using my full potential. I rarely tried to prove myself correct when someone else shot down my statement because I did not know I had the tenacity to take action.
Ever felt like a total failure no matter how much you try and defeat challenges in life? Meet a female teen wrestler who has challenges just like any other along with relatable feelings. Megan Koester described a teen’s wrestling challenges she faced as she learned to look physically overpowering. However, she always ended up being knocked out. It has a variety of related situations that we all go through in life that happen in different ways and how she copes with it. Not only does she show her emotions, but also relates between what the reader has been through compared to her.
The next year my dad recruited my best friend Michael Waller and my other bud Blake Travelstead to go and check it out. There was one big issue though with our upcoming year in middle school wrestling and that is we didn’t even have a middle school wrestling team. So my
Fourteen years of my life. Fifty two weeks of my year. Five days of my week. Four hours of my day. This is what I have given to the sport of gymnastics. Friday night football games. After school clubs. Sleeping in on the weekend. This is what I have sacrificed in pursuit of my passion. Perseverance against adversity. Dedication throughout hardships. Discipline in body and mind. These are the qualities this sport has engraved into my being. There is not a time I can remember when I was not involved in gymnastics. When I reflect on the milestones of my life I don’t reminisce on the loss of my first tooth or a move to a new house, but instead I recall my first trip to nationals and mastering my back tuck. Gymnastics is the foundation of who I
As I sit here with my eyes closed, I imagine a tropical breeze. The warm wet air slides over my face. The humidity seems almost heavy enough to crush me. As I take a deep breath, the realization that this is no tropical air comes crashing in. Instead of the refreshing scent of the ocean, or tropical plants, the taste of salt from sweat and a smell of the human body fill my lungs. The daydream is over. A shrill whistle sounds and the voice of coach Chuck booms through out the room, breaking the peace that was comforting the pain in my shoulder and bringing me back to reality. I was not on some humid island paradise, but rather in the explosive atmosphere of the Hotchkiss High School wrestling room.
I have worn gloves for as long as I could remember. Not the ones that would keep your fingers toasty in the winter, but the ones that protected me. Strapped around the wrist and padded only at the knuckle, these gloves were the ones I would use in an MMA fight. When I was five years old, I began training in Mixed Martial Arts.
Ever since the previous season I had my standards set high. I had placed fifth, which was all right for the time being, but I knew as time went on I needed to push myself and increase my level of wrestling. I decided that I would do whatever it took, through thick and thin. I traveled to small local tournaments in Colorado, and a couple out-of-state tournaments, I even traveled to Delaware. It didn't really matter how I did at these tournaments because it was just all practice until February. So, I lifted and wrestled just about every chance I got. It was all in preparation for one match, six minutes.
Once upon a time, I qualified for the Tae Kwon Do State Championships, to go to the Tae Kwon Do Junior Olympics in Orlando, Florida. It was my second year at the Jr. Olympics, and I was competing in two events. Sparring and forms. Forms has always been my favorite, partly because I was pretty good at doing them. Sparring was okay. I guess.
I have many hobbies that I put lots of time and money into. Taekwondo is a big passion of mine. I am currently a blue belt at Nam’s Taekwondo. I started in July 2017 and I am already more than halfway to a black belt. I like Taekwondo because it teaches me self defense and gets me stronger physically and mentally.
When a person walks into a building to see a live wrestling event they do not know what to expect. They wonder who will be wrestling. They wonder where their seats are. All of the suspense gets them ready for the show. The suspense gets them pumped and ready to for the show to start.
My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again.
As I turned around to begin the journey towards my hopeless shot, disregarding the obvious mistake I was making, it hit me. The pressure from the sudden unexpected impact on the tip of my left elbow shot through my entire body quickly and painfully. The pain shot from my elbow, through my arm, down through my legs, then back up to my other arm, and finally to my head. The pain was strong and sharp. It felt as though I had fallen on an electric cattle fence, and it had given me one strong electrical shock that overtook my whole body with pain for a split second.