Throughout my life I have failed many things. Some of them were big things and others were minor ones. A great example of a failure I had was my first wrestling match. I started participating in wrestling my sophomore year of high school, and I had no idea n how to do anything. I would go to the wrestling room every day after school to practice and try my best to get better. The practices were not easy, it required a lot of mental and physical strength to be successful at it. When I started I was having a hard time getting used to it because my mental strength was not as strong as my physical strength. Eventually I got used to it and practices became easier. I started to get my confidence during the practice wrestling matches we had with fellow …show more content…
I was at the 170 lb. weight class, but I did not make the varsity position. As the matches went on and the day was about to end my coach told me, “Anandhu, we have an exhibition match for you. Get warmed up and ready to go.” I was really excited because this was my first wrestling match against someone form another school. This also made me a bit scared because I did not know what to expect from a person I have never wrestled before. With my other team mates I knew the way they wrestled, and I knew what they were going to bring to the mat. When the time came the announcers called my name, and I walked over to the table and checked in. This is when I saw my opponent. I had a pretty decent physique, but my opponent was chiseled, and built like an ox. I turned around and asked my coach, “Are you sure this guy is 170 lbs.?” He shook his head and told me to go wrestle. I walked onto the mat intimidated, and my opponent saw it in my eyes. He took advantage of my fear, and took me down instantly. I still gave him a good fight, but ended up getting pinned. I thought about the hours of hard work I put in at the wrestling room, and it made me mad. After the match my coach walked over to me and asked me what was wrong. I told him that the work I put in did not pay off, and that wrestling was not my sport. This is when he told me, “If you quit right now then you are going to throw out the hours of hard work you put in. You have got to learn from your failures, and this is only your first wrestling match”. This made me stay back because I knew my coach was right. If I had quit that day, then I would have quit at everything I found hard. My coach made me realize this, and I am thankful to
Then, high school came along and I received a rude awakening that I was no longer top dog on the wrestling team. I lost more matches that first year of highschool wrestling then I had my whole junior high career combined. I was devastated that year I thought that I would never want to wrestle again. However, when wrestling rolled around that next year I was the first in line to show
My biggest accomplishment throughout high school so far has been learning how to fail. Not necessarily falling flat on my face in a viral video, but instead just barely coming up short and not being able to reach a goal, despite my best efforts. Although I was unaware of it at the time, failing my driver’s test on my first attempt would become a life altering incident.
Little did I know my whole C-Squad season would come to this. School had finally let out, and we began to play summer ball for the VFW team, I was playing with older kids and the varsity coach, which both really intimidated me. Out of my element, I had lost all of the confidence I had in me, and possibly played my worst baseball ever that summer. I was so shaken and angry with myself, I truly began to contemplate the pros and cons of even playing ball anymore. After many days of thinking, I told myself, I will work harder and play harder than any other person on my team. After that season I had began something very new to me, which was lifting weights. Afterall I thought how easy can it be, it’s picking up weight and putting it back down, and i’ll be jacked in no time. Quicker than a flash reality hit me, and lifting was way more difficult than I had first thought. There was all the form and different types of lifts such as: Clean, Deadlift, Squat, Bench Press, all of the basics. My sophomore year began, and I was still far behind on my new goal, and that’s when I went to one of my best friends, John who is very stocky and strong, practically a pro
I loved everything about the sport, knew everything about the sport, and simply wanted to be physically involved with the sport. I signed up for my local football organization and greatly anticipated the start of the season. My first season our team finished undefeated, winning each game with ease. I played offensive line and enjoyed every play, finally being a part of the sport I loved. My coach at the time admired my hard work and dedication, repeatedly telling my fellow teammates that we should all aspire to have a work ethic such as my own. At the end of the season, my coach suggested I practice to become a quarterback. A quarterback is usually one of the skinniest players on the team, a trait I certainly didn't have. If I were to be a quarterback, I would have to lose at least thirty pounds and practice almost every day until the next season. As crazy as the suggestion seemed to me at the time, I gladly accepted the challenge and almost instantly began to work to become the best quarterback I could
The second year of high school I was given my shot to go to state and accomplish my dream. My season was going pretty good, and I had a very good chance of making it to state. In the match that would have sent me to state, I choked and lost. I was so heart broken that after the tournament I cried 'til I couldn't cry any more. After I was done crying, I became so angry I didn't speak to my parents or any that tried to talk to me for days. To make matters even worse, our team placed first in the 3A state wrestling championship. The team that I could have been on was state champions and I could have been there.
Failure can cause a torrent of mixed emotions and thoughts. One can begin to doubt their motives for even attempting to succeed at a certain task. Some people may choose to give up after failure, but there are a select few who rise up to the occasion and move forward to try and succeed no matter how many tries it takes. By overcoming those difficult moments in life, it gives a person a sense of accomplishment and pride and that alone is a beautiful thing.
Failure can be a blessing depending on how a person looks at it. No one is fortunate enough to go through life without failure it is unavoidable. If you learn from your shortcomings you can come back stronger the next time. Every great individual, team, or group of people has experienced failure. My shortcomings my sophomore year of Basketball made me grow as a player and a person.
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.
So I and my friends decided we would try out for JV soccer because there was no freshman team for soccer. I found out that the coach of the JV team was a good friend of my dad, so I thought it would be easy to make the team besides I was pretty good at it. So I got my cleats, shin guards and decided to go to the tryouts. Well the first day I really tried but I noticed that the people that were trying out for left defender weren’t good at all. So I kept going but as the days went by, I would try less and less. But when there was only three days left of try outs, some guy that was very good decided to try out. I actually played against in him at a small tournament in southern California, I remembered that he was one of the best defenders around the area. When I found out that he would try out I got worried, I knew that I wasn’t doing the best I could in the try outs. So decided to go 110% in the try outs, but he was still notably better than me. But I thought that the coach being a friend of my dad might help me and besides I was good friends with most of the people that were for sure going to make the team. On the last day of try outs my dad told me that his friend told him that he wasn’t sure I would be able to join the
“Today can be the day of my first wrestling match, I absolutely hope I win , what if I don't and It's embarrassing? I’m overthinking it, I’ll be fine, I just need to use the knowledge and skills I’ve learned from the past couple months.” I thought to myself as I walked to my sixth period class which was wrestling. It was the third week into the wrestling season and the first two league duels I defaulted because there was no one in my weight class.
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 I was wanting to get 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 me and I wondered who my first opponent
I knew in my heart that it wasn't for me, and I also knew that becoming a varsity wrestler was no easy feat. Not knowing where to start or what to do to lose weight and get in shape I started my journey to become a wrestler at the YMCA weight room. Within my first 20 minutes there a highschooler approached me and introduced himself to me saying with a smile “ Hi i'm John and I can tell you're new to weightlifting”. After talking to John I later learned that he was wrestler on the team himself. He taught me not only to be strong physically but how to be strong mentally.
After I won that match the emotional tension between us was incredibly uncomfortable. Our coach came up to me and said “I made a mistake I never should have had you guys wrestle. You guys are never allowed to wrestle together again, we will find you new partners. ” I didn’t realize until after my coach talked me how intense it must have been.
I immediately started remembering other failures from my past: getting cut from the eighth grade soccer team, dropping down a level in english, and other failures varying in severity. To me, being a good wrestler is what made up for those times I failed, so it hurt to lose. After the tournament I was with some friends when I realized that there was still the rest of the season to get through, and that I'm not as superb a wrestler I thought I was. I could either quit, focus on school, and avoid being defeated by more experienced kids.
When I was around five years old I used to take a fighting class it was called taekwondo. It had been a year since I started I was for the time a yellow belt. My brother was told there was going to be a tournament and that he should join he was told there was a fighting one and another one where you perform a variety of moves. In order to compete you were needed to be a green belt. I decided to train my heart out so the teacher would let me go I put all my effort in. At the end the teacher allowed me to go, he let me borrow a green belt to wear for the tournament so I could compete with others. For the time being I had not truly practiced with anyone by what I mean is that I had yet to spared/ fought with anyone. But even do I had not yet practice with anybody, I was confident I could do it I could beat a green belt. Some time had