I started wrestling in the seventh grade, and continued to wrestle in high school. I found wrestling to be a great sport to help me stay in shape, but also make great friends. Many of my friends in high school I made from the wrestling team. Everyone is very supportive of one another, through the many ups and downs wrestling has to offer. There are many injuries that one can suffer from such a rough sport. Many wrestlers end up getting injured during sometime of their wrestling career. My wrestling injury came when I was just a freshman on the wrestling team at Bishop Guertin. It was a time of much pain and recovery that I had to endure in order to make it back out on the wrestling mats. I was afraid and in a lot of pain when I got injured …show more content…
As I walked out on the mat, everything felt like it had stopped. My heart was beating very fast, and I had so much running through my head. I was unsure what to expect, and if I was even going to last a minute against my opponent. When the referee’s whistle blew, I began to circle around my opponent. As we were circling one another, he shot in, and I kicked out to counter and got the first points of the match. I got two points for a reversal. Getting the first points of the match gave me a boost of energy, and had sped up the time. But through a tough fought match, my opponent had pinned me. Although the first match didn’t go so well, I had won my next match, pinning my guy in three minutes. I was a little tired after the match, but I was still feeling okay. It was now onto my third match, and I was feeling excited but still had some butterflies about my match. I was doing fine during the match until my opponent tried to run a switch, and I felt my shoulder tear. It was the worst feeling I’ve ever felt, and it had happened so quickly. All I remember was this sharp pain shooting through my arm, as at that time I knew I had injured myself badly. I felt a pop and at that time told myself, “It’s over.” The pain had started increasing as I began to realize what had happened, and that I was seriously injured. I was feeling so upset at myself and had felt like I had let my team down. I
I have many things that I love in this life, one of those things is wrestling. I have been wrestling for seven years and I have developed quite the passion and love for it. Wrestling has always been an interesting sport for me. Growing up in Oregon I watched my uncles wrestle in high school. I watched both of them win their state tournament in their respective weight classes, this is one of my fondest memories of my childhood. One of them went on to wrestle division one, I thought this was the coolest thing in the world. I looked up to my uncles and wanted to be just like them. I did not always wrestle though. The process of pursing my dream as of becoming a wrestler started of with basketball, then went to a rocky start, then being on Worland High School wrestling team.
“Ok thanks”James sounding sad.Him and his mom leave the hospital and on the way home the car was silent.
I started wrestling when I was eight years old and since then it has taken me all over the world. I had the opportunity to compete in Beijing, China. I learned that the Chinese team was only able to continue their education for a brighter future thanks to the sport of wrestling. Thanks to my involvement in wrestling, I was able to attend and graduate from Penn State University.
There is only one thing that is worse than wrestling practice, and that is having to sit out at wrestling practice. When I hurt my shoulder and couldn't wrestle, I wanted nothing more than to be on the mat with my teammates. No matter how hard, painful, or stressful wrestling may be, it means more to me than just being comfortable for those two hours. A sheer feeling of accomplishment surrounds a wrestler after removing completely soaked work out gear after practice. The discipline that it takes to be a member on the mat is something I will always have the utmost respect. Although I may always hate humidity because of it for the rest of my life, I will forever carry the discipline that the Hotchkiss High School wrestling room has given me.
I've always liked Fall. I like the falling leaves and warm spice drinks and chilly air and nice sweaters and the generally spooky vibes. Fall is a good time for me. Nothing beats it, not even the summer. The most important part, though, is Halloween. Halloween cotumes, loads of spooky-themed candy, costume parties, scary movies, everthing about it was something I looked forward to all year.
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
I went into my junior spring soccer season kind of sad, my past coach, wasn't going to be our team coach this year. I wasn't really depressed though, because I had tons of friends that were playing this year. One of the great things about soccer is that it is not a school-sanctioned sport. To me this said that I was able to play another season of soccer with my friends from Paonia and Hotchkiss without the normal High School rivalry between these schools. Year after year, the schools pulled pranks on each other, sometimes nothing big, but sometimes something big. I remember my freshman or sophomore year, when a few guys I knew went over to Paonia and painted their skylight in their commons. When the sun shined into the skylight, it reflected a big HHS onto the floor, talk about a cool prank, but hey they got a free vacation but the school had to pay a ton of money to clean it up.
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, echoes through my head as I walk to the middle of the mat. "At 160lbs Aidan Conner of La Junta vs. Rodney Jones of Hotchkiss." All I can think of is every bead of sweat, every drip of blood, every mile, every push up, every tear. Why? All of this: just to be victorious. All in preparation for one match, six minutes. For some these six minutes may only be a glimpse, and then again for some it may be the biggest six minutes of their life. Many get the chance to experience it more than once. Some may work harder and want it more than others, but they may never get the chance. All they get is a moral victory. Every kid, every man comes into the tournament with a goal. For some is to win, for some is to place, others are just happy to qualify. These six minutes come on a cold frigid night in February at a place called the Pepsi Center. Once a year this gathering takes place when the small and the large, the best of the best, come to compete in front thousands of people. I am at the Colorado State Wrestling Championships.
The part I loved about wrestling the most was what it taught me about life. Wrestling greatly reflects the adversity and prosperity in life. Wrestling is an individual sport, just you and another opponent. There is no one that you can rely on: it.
At the hospital, I immediately wanted to give up as I was training for the upper-state tournament-the most important tournament of my career. I was completely dejected as the doctor told me that I had completely torn my labrum. I asked myself whether all that work and effort I had put in those years was for nothing. And then, I finally understood my true reason as to why I joined the wrestling team back in 9th grade. I was always seen as a clumsy person elementary school since I would trip during gym class.
I was four years old when I started swimming, I learned quick and was able to do team skills only after being there a few months, yet the team coach declined me because you had to be five to be on the team. My parents pulled me out of swim and decided to put me in gymnastics to stay in shape until I turned five. When my next birthday came around and it was time for me to go back to swim, I didn’t want to. I stayed in recreational classes for around three years mainly doing it for fun but when I was eight years old, I switched to Shooting Stars Gymnastics where I began competitive gymnastics.
One interest that I believe has made a huge impact on my life is my love for the sport of gymnastics. While I was enrolled in gymnastics classes and such as a child, it wasn’t until my seventh grade in middle school that I was truly drawn into the sport. My older cousin had done a school project and used a gymnast as an example in it. When she started watching some gymnastics videos for her project, I sat and watched with her. It was from that moment on that I started becoming more and more engrossed with the sport.
Me wrestling has not only affected me but others as well I have inspired my siblings to do wrestling I have inspired family to come and friends to join I have heard the community cheer my name as I win and others congratulate me on my
The nerves are raging, mainly in his stomach as the butterflies flutter till no end. "Is everything ok? Will everything go as planned?" He couldn't stop thinking about what might happen. Images were racing wild as he thought about his teammates going to battle without him. He couldn't comprehend why he had to let them handle it on their own. He has played with them since they were in eighth grade, and when they need him the most, all he can do is sit and cheer. He hates this feeling of helplessness, but at the same time he knows he has to do what little he can do, well.
During the day of the competition my stomach was in knots, as if my inside were ready to break loose, a clear sign that anxiety has taken over my body. At the end of the day I won my first match, but lose the second. I felt like a complete failure, that all my training and hard work were for nothing. One of my instructors had realized that I wasn’t taking the loss too well, so he sat down next to me and said, “ What do you expect you’ve only been practicing hard for a couple months, to become the best you can be you have to look past the bad days and continue to train to your absolute limit.” So I took his advice and stuck with it, slowly but surely I progressed from community tournaments, to state, then national, until finally I earned the title of world champion.