Wrestling

Wednesday, the 28th of October.

I woke up feeling pretty good (physical). At the same time, I also woke up feeling pretty horrible (mental).

Let me get into a little detail about the whole wrestling scene. My natural weight (eating and going to wrestling practice) is roughly 162 lbs. In wrestling, I'd be in the 165 weight class. I was anticipating this until a few days before the match when a wrestler on the team we know as "coach" is eligible to wrestle matches against other schools as well. Oh yeah, he happen to be in my weight class.

So that threw me off a little bit. I cut down to the next weight class. 157. I figure it shouldn't be too hard since I had to cut 10 lbs on a weekly basis in high school. For 2 1/2 days, I was eating only 2 leggo my eggo waffles, and 2 egg whites because the yolk had "too many calories".

The day of the match, I weighed in at 155.8 and maybe a thousand pounds of nervousness.

As soon as I see the wrestlers from the other school, I can say I felt lighter. I put on a hard look on my face and see through theirs...just a fake exterior.

I go out and wrestle some chump from Sac City. I had a significant lead; something like 8-3. And then, that's when I got tired. The 2 1/2 days of not eating anything kicked in and I felt it through my whole body. My arms felt like they just had the most intense workout, my legs were wobbly, my chest was heaving, my mind was shutting down and I didn't know what to do. Ultimately, I lost this match.

I can say that it was definitely not worth wrestling this weight class. True, I might be stronger than most if I can cut the fat off me and have an advantage, but I will also be fatigued as my muscles struggle to find that energy it needs to do its thing.

I'm glad my girlfriend came and watched me wrestle for the first time. If only I didn't lose. There's always a chance for redemption this Sunday @ the Menlo tournament.