Personal Narrative Essay: Breaking The Section Championship

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In the midst of my wrestling match, my opponent took me down to the mat. My opponent took me down with just enough force and at the right angle to break my collarbone. I motioned to the referee a minute later after the adrenaline stopped masking my pain and the match was ended. It killed me that I had to forfeit the match because I hate giving up regardless of the obstacles ahead of me. By breaking my collarbone, he ruined my chances of winning the section tournament, increased the chances of my collarbone becoming reinjured, and decreased my chances of ever wrestling again. The wrestler who unintentionally broke my collarbone proceeded to win the tournament. I congratulated him for his accomplishment and couldn’t help thinking to myself: …show more content…

After examination of my collarbone, Doctor Hennrikus informed my family that I would need 4 to 5 months of inactivity before I could begin wrestling and start preparations for the following season. There was a catch: my collarbone would have an increased risk indefinitely of getting injured and 9 months of recovery without physical contact would be necessary to reduce my odds of reinjury to the lowest it could possibly be. After hearing the verdict, my parents were scared for my well being and thought I should not return to wrestling at all the following year. I would not give up so easily. I absolutely adore wrestling. The individuality and the team aspect as well as the difficulty of the sport contribute to my love for wrestling. As much as it killed me, I knew waiting the full 9 months to allow my shoulder to heal would be the best option in the long run.
It was difficult seeing my teammates winning matches and training together during the offseason. I wanted to train alongside them because of the strong bonds we’ve formed over the years and my drive to improve. Although I couldn’t wrestle, I dedicated myself by preparing in other ways. I was able to do pushups and pull-ups to gain strength. I watched youtube videos of moves and practiced them on my

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