It is the place I have invested years of hard work for many of my accomplishments. To some it may seem odd that a place associated with sweat and physical pain can mean so much to one person. However, in my eyes it is almost like a second home. A certain familiarity has developed over time that makes it home. As I sit here, I can vividly picture myself there.
As I slip out my day's cloths, and step onto the scale I find that I am five pounds over. After some quick math in my head, I figure that I will be down to weight by ... ... middle of paper ... .... I hate coach for making us run them, but I understand that he wants nothing more than for us to be the best that we can be. 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.
I have given these men special titles the screamer, the instructor, the confused, and Mr. Bi-bench. With the “screamer” the name pretty much tells it all. No matter where he is in the gym his presence is known by his piercing screams. Yes, screaming comes with lifting heavy weights, but Regardless of what weight is a screamer is always a screamer, letting out howls on every repetition with the intention of getting everyone’s attention. Often more than one of these guys is working out at a time, in which all their screaming seems to be nothing more than a yodeling competition.
So he stumbled blindly back to his office to finish off the whiskey. As the rattling faded and finally ceased small lights could be seen through the dusty cobwebbed windows of the dormitories and the murmuring of whispered speech could be heard through the thin walls. Word had gone round school through word of mouth and notes passed in class that Norris had organised a meeting in the gym that very night. So as the school fell silent the children crept to the gym where Norris, or Gregory Norris as he was known to the teachers, stood waiting on the stage. He was hugely respected by the students and despised by the teachers.
Making weight is the first struggle of the sport. It’s a challenge to yourself before you can even compete, and not an easy task at that. Rubber suits, water pills, boiler rooms, jump ropes, sweats, all triggers to the memories of those long hours sweating off that last pound just to make weight for the match the next day. At the end of the night, I can recall having to wring out shirts just to take some sweat off of it so that it wouldn’t soak my sports bag. You remember how good ordinary things taste extraordinary after you weigh-in before the match and are allowed to eat again.
“Throw in the towel, or use it to wipe the sweat off your face” This is a life quote I use to keep going when it comes to anything tough in life, but I use it a lot to get myself through wrestling and boxing. Whenever I say that quote to myself I feel so much better about what i’m doing and I don’t just give up or stop. Wrestling and boxing are things I love and I’m glad I can do. I’ve trained a lot to be in the place I am. Almost everyday since I was little, I trained for both, it took a lot, but I still did it because I really do want to do something in the future with them.
Anyway I and my buds helped him out and it didn’t end pretty. I was choking him out while he was trying to punch Michael out of nowhere Chad t... ... middle of paper ... ...l Michael and Trevor where I wanted to go. Got ready and ran 2 blocks to get to Michaels, no one seem to be home so I walked in through the back door. The house was very quit which was very rare I walked into his bedroom to find him laying down in the floor with a bottle of Captain Morgan. I yelled at him almost five time with no answer so I got A bucket of cold water with a few ice cubes and threw that all over him.
I came home from work, tired and exasperated beyond measure because employees who have to dictate every step to handle . I enter the house and leave the car keys on the table stand at the entrance, head up and myself in the mirror , sighing . Look as tired as I feel . I am a woman twenty-nine years old, tall and supple breasts where my friends would kill if given the chance , as the bottom of a suitable size is not too much, but well toned from hours that you spend in the gym. A brown hair to the middle back , rich and light waves that fit my face shape heart large eyes , emerald green that makes many to hang a moment when ii notice and full lips that promise.
Wrestling - The Greatest Sport My heart beats faster as I approach my opponent. My enemy stands as a colossus although I know in my mind he is my only equal. The crowd grows louder as we step on our lines, and the only thought echoing through my mind is "shoot for the leg!". These are the happenings before every match, and yet I still return. Wrestling, in my mind is one of the greatest sports.
Leah felt the blood rushing to her face, and immediately Dave knew she wouldn't last two minutes in this place. “Well don’t just stand there sweetheart, make yourself useful” Kevin piped up from behind an old land cruiser ute, he was looking forward to the entertainment Lara would bring, the place was getting a little boring for his liking. Lara silently nodded and carried her toolbox and ambled to the empty space in the dusty old shed. Larry, the resident sleazebag, sauntered up behind her, grabbing her behind in the process. She jumped, swinging around to come face to face with shaggy blonde hair and a grease covered face.