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My Freshmen Wrestling Injury
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 for the first time.
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I made my weight in the beginning of my freshman season and started wrestling over Thanksgiving Break.
My first high school practice was terrible. The one thing I hated was the head gear straps, which made my head hurt. The first couple of practices I got my butt kicked by the upper classmen who had much more wrestling experience than I have ever had. Everyone in my weight class of 160 pounds was tough and had a lot of experience. I was the only JV in my weight class. I learned a lot from the senior wrestlers and got better by wrestling with them, and learning from them. After many practices, I was finally ready to wrestle in a meet and put my wrestling skills to the test. I was nervous and actually a little scared, because it was my very first high school meet. It was also mostly varsity wrestlers who had attended the
meet. As always I had made weight easily, and soon enough, it was time for my first high school match. 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 didn’t want to go to the doctors, but my parents had to bring me to the doctors, because of how much pain I was in. The doctors x-rayed my shoulder to make sure none of my bones were broken, which I later found out that I was okay and there were no broken bones. Then the doctor started moving my arm around. He noticed that my left shoulder was out of its socket, so he had to put it back in place. It was extremely painful, as he placed his hand behind my shoulder, and popped it back into place. The pain was extremely uncomfortable, but minutes later it had already began to feel better. It also began to swell up and my entire arm felt like it was on fire. He said that I had a torn ligament in my elbow, and that I had a slight tear in my shoulder and that the only thing I could do was to let it recover, then lift and work out to rebuild the muscle in my shoulder. The doctor told me that I had to let the torn muscle recover, but that I had to build more muscle and strengthen my shoulder up. He told me that I had to do this so that it wouldn’t happen again. I hit the gym almost everyday, trying to build up my muscle so that it wouldn’t tear again. Just by lifting little weight felt like it was setting my shoulder on fire. It seemed like someone was always hitting my shoulder with a hammer. After lifting for a while and regaining the lost muscle, I started practicing again with my team and was ready to wrestle in the JV wrestling tournament. I made weight easily, and after ate my delicious subway sub. I then got my warm up gear on and was ready to do some warm ups. I was a little nervous about whether my shoulder would hold up during warm ups, but it did absolutely fine. As the match drew near, I started to think about all the moves I learned in practice and was taking mental notes on what the game plan was for the match. It was now time to wrestle and see what would happen. I checked in at the desk and put my green ankle band on my left ankle. I went over to my coach and he gave me a little pep talk, and a boost of confidence as I stepped out onto the mat, and I was ready to finally wrestle. I went out onto the mat, shook my opponents hand and I was ready to wrestle. From the beginning of the match, I felt like I was in control of everything. All was good, until the guy went to do a switch and POP! Everyone in the crowd saw it happen. My coach and teammates were out on the mat the instant they saw it go. But when I moved to get up, my shoulder just popped back into place. After the match, many of my friends and family came up to me and told me that they saw my shoulder pop out of its socket. They would tell me, "One second your shoulder was hanging, then all of a sudden it just popped back in!" After my freshman year, and the couple of injuries I suffered, mostly to my shoulder, I became stronger and didn’t get hurt during the rest of my high school wrestling career. Each year I became stronger and built more muscle. I wasn’t afraid about getting hurt anymore, which helped me relax and enjoy the sport of wrestling. The shoulder injury I endured during my freshman year only helped me grow stronger physically and mentally.
I knew the choice between the two would come eventually, but I thought that it would be a much easier choice. I ended choosing to continue in wrestling, and cut my basketball career short. I soon became one of the best wrestlers in my class. I won all but a few matches throughout my junior high wrestling career. I felt like I was on top of the world.
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.
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.
During a wrestling match, you are using all of your previous knowledge of the moves you have been practicing over and over. On top of that you need to have the mental mind set that you are gonna win. You may think it is easy because it's only a six minute match, but all the blood, sweat and tears that us wrestlers put in for those six minutes, may be the happiest or saddest experience of our life. We spend hours a day working with our coaches to make sure our technique is close to perfection as it can get. Most likely, you will win or lose a match on how well conditioned you are. We will usually wrestle a twelve minute match in practice, so that six minute match feels like nothing. Even with the time and effort you put in this sport, they will always be someone who might be just a little better.
I’ve recently become a huge fan of pro wrestling, if only ironically. The melodramatic promos, the ridiculous moves, the muscular men few Divas that don’t make my penis retract into my body. They’re all reasons why I love pro wrestling… at least, I did for a while…
There is no other feeling like that feeling you get when the crowd is roaring, because of something you personally have just achieved. To get to those glorious moments in life that you have been dedicated to, whatever it is you are wanting to succeed in whether it is sports, music, acting, and so on, but when you reach that moment of glory you will remember that point for the rest of your life. It all began when I was in fifth grade when my dad was looking for a place that I could box at and could not find a club near us, but ended up coming upon a wrestling club called, Alabaster Youth Wrestling Association at the time which is now known as the Warrior Wrestling Club. So my dad came up to me that day I got back from school and said, “ Hey bud, I found a wrestling club in Alabaster lets check it out.” After that, practice my dad fell in love with the sport and I did as well, because I was a natural when it came to wrestling.
Wrestling is a great sport to better yourself and earn a bunch of awards and titles to look back on later on in life. It 's something i will never forget and cherish always. But the memories of losing all the weight and making myself miserable for all those seasons is something i will not miss. People around me were only worried about the medals i had gotten and not about my personal being, that 's where wrestling goes wrong. That 's what needs to change in the future for not only wrestlers but the people around them as well.
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.
When I was twelve years old, I went to Sacramento with my dad and my uncle Gumaro. We went to Sacramento because my auntie threw my uncle a surprise birthday party. Only the three of us went because my mom and auntie were too busy working. When we got there, all of our family and family friends welcomed us with handshakes and warm hugs. It was not cold but not hot either. However, it always tends to get very windy at night so we made sure we took cozy big jackets. To eat, there was posole, birria, carne asada and many more. We all ate and talked about what has been going on with our lives. When my uncle came back from his ranch, we all ran inside the house and had to find a hiding spot. When he walked inside the house we all jumped out from our hiding spots and yelled,
Starting the season as the second ranked wrestler in the state, I was just where I wanted to be, noticed, but not the "top dog". I did well during the season; not losing to anybody in the 3A classification. I didn't do quite what I wanted, but I wasn't going to complain. A broken hand after the second weekend of competition didn't help any, but I fought through it and kept my eyes set on one opponent, one goal, one match, six minutes.
In the past four years of my life, no activity has affected me more than wrestling. Four years of varsity wrestling and the honor of being a team captain has instilled many qualities in me. First, through years of hard work and continuous dieting, wrestling has given me discipline. This discipline has spread to other parts of my personality, including my moral character, work ethic, and perserverence. Another quality wrestling has given me is leadership. As a team captain, I have learned to lead by example, both on and off the mat. Above all, though, wrestling has given me a love of life. Through this sport, I have experienced pain, sacrifice, adversity, and success. Exposure to these feelings-which are, in my opinion, the essence of being-has
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.
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.
When I was 7 i burned my leg on a four-wheeler muffler. When I ran back in my house to show my dad the skin was already ripped of and the meat in my leg was showing. When I put water on it to clean it it started to gush out blood. I had to go to the hospital and get it fixed cause it was burnt bad. And I didn't have to go to school the next day cause I couldn't get it hit or it would start to gush out blood again.