Road to Harrisonville
January 23, 2013
Sunday I knew. I had a rough week ahead of me before we made our yearly road trip to Harrisonville, Mo for the Christmas tournament. I had a lot on my plate this year. For one it’s a really tough tournament, secondly I was cutting a lot of weight. As Monday came around I told myself “I can do this, nothing will stop me”. I had a great mindset coming into that week of practice. I was 3-0 and teched every kid this year. I thought I was on top. Then the struggle began.
Tuesday morning came and I wasn’t feeling it. I wanted it all to be over. Kids eating in front of me. Offering me candy, and sweets. I wanted it all, but knew I couldn’t. For the most part I was a discipline wrestler. Eating healthy for the most part and training each and everyday. I finally realized what I needed to do. I had to set some goals. What really helped was when Coach Hubbard made us sit down and write our goals for the season. That really made me think a lot. I went out that night and wrestled a dual against Lawson. Adding another “W” to the record sheet. Knowing that one of my goals was to win tonight and get ready for Friday.
Wednesday came sooner than I thought and I was rushing away. I was still about 8 pounds over for Fridays weigh inns. I was working harder and harder. Telling myself I could do this. Each and every time I thought it was tough. I would think about the kids who can’t do what they love and they have to battle to survive. Knowing I wouldn’t quit, my team started to help. Asking if I needed a running partner or someone to workout with. This was just the beginning. I started running three miles each and every night and for my team to say they’d do it with me. That means everything. I wouldn’t trade my team for the world.
Thursday hit me hard and I wasn’t prepared. I was four pounds over and I felt like I was dying. I had the worst practice, I mean just terrible. Half the time when I thought sweat was falling from my face, it was actual tears. I was broken down. I never felt this bad. I just told myself I had to push through. There was no way I was giving up now. Practice came to an end I was still two over. Dying, I had to get my mind off things. I went to ask dad if I could go to Bay’s basketball game, I broke down in tears for no reason. This week was slowly killing me. I’ve never cried in front of people before. Knowing how discipline I was, dad said “Just do what you got to do, in order to make weight”. Coming home after the game and knowing what I had to do. I went down and got my running shoes and went next door to run. Running two more miles. Hoping and wishing that I would at least lose a pound. That’s not exactly what happened. I lost not even half a pound. My life was over.
Friday was finally here and I was less than six hours from weighing inn. I just wanted it to be over. I woke up being a pound and a half over. I honestly didn’t think I was going to make it. But I kept pushing myself. I slept through first and second hour like it was nothing. Third hour was what killed me. I had to stay awake, studying for a test. Knowing I was leaving in less than twenty minutes. Boom twelve o’clock hit and I was walking out of class. On my way up to check weight. I was a pound over. Telling Hubbard I would be fine as I sat down in the van. I had a long ride ahead. About half way there I started spitting. Knowing I needed to lose a little bit more. As we pull up to the school I felt a little lighter. It was all over I though.

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