Wrestling-Personal Narrative

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Wrestling practice “Bye” I told my dad and brother. “Where are you going?” my dad asked me. “I have wrestling today, dad” I answered. “Alright, go ahead”. There was no school today (Friday) so we had wrestling practice at nine in the morning. I took my helmet, got in my bike, and headed towards school. When I got to school, I was a bit scared because I was sure if practice started at nine because it might have started at ten. After waiting for ten minutes, I saw coach and one of my teammate entering the events center. “Hi coach” I yelled. “Hey Saksham, go around and we will open the door for you” coach replied”. “Thanks coach”. When I got in the fitness room, it was time to arrange the mats. As we were working, a few more teammates came in. “Hi guys” coach said to them gently. So they started helping us out with the mats. After a few minutes, more teammates came, and them more teammates, and then more teammates, and then more teammates. Once we were done, It was time to go outside and run the mile. “You were not supposed to bring your wrestling shoes because we are running today” the captain told me. “Okay” I said as I was putting the shoes back in my backpack. …show more content…

When we all arrived at the track, we lined up where coach told us to. “Ready, set” My heart started pounding really hard. “Go!”. And I ran as fast as I could. Off course I was the slowest. Well after the mile, we had a water break. And after the water the water the water break, we did some activities with a partner. Those activities were fun because my partner was an eighth grader who was shortest than me in height. After those activities we played sharks and

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