Once in the ring I wouldn’t be able to get out I was locked in the inside with my opponent. The instructors
Once in the ring I wouldn’t be able to get out I was locked in the inside with my opponent. The instructors
One day there was a girl named Belle, and she loved to read and always love taking selfies. The same day she came out her house and heard it was dance mob and everybody was doing the whip and nae nae. Then while she was walking she sees a man named Xavier, the selfish, bodybuilder that always drinks a lot of ale. Then his sidekick Josh, who does everything for him, and looks up to him starts making fun of Belle’s father. While Xavier tells Belle bad things about her father and his inventions, Belle immediately stands up for her dad.…
Let's flash back about, oh, 20 years. I was new to the Texas Panhandle, seeking to learn the ropes about the community where I had just moved. I got a call one day from the then-assistant warden of the William P. Clements Unit of the Texas Department of Criminal Justice. The prison official, Rick Hudson, invited me to tour the maximum-security lockup in northeast Amarillo.…
I was so shocked as I was taken to be put in the back of the police car to be driven to a local jail by the police after the party. I started trembling on the way unable to process what had happened. Previously I only had spent a few minutes at the party and didn’t realize my friends wanted me to go a party with drugs and alcohol. Upon arrival at the prison there were tall electric fence that surrounded the premises. On the top of the fence I was able to see the vividly sharp barbed wire at the top that was there as extra protection to make sure no one could escape.…
He told me keep alligator arms, have a strong neck, and to keep my balance. He then prayed with me and told me it was going to be alright and that win or lose I was still his favorite wrestler. By this time the match before me had ended. As I stepped out onto the mat I saw my opponent up close for the first time. He was a Hispanic kid from near Orlando, Florida.…
It was Friday afternoon, school had just gotten over, bobby went home to eat. He was feeling excited for today, today was his first wrestling meet. They were wrestling against their rivals today. Bobby was feeling a little nervous at the time, but it went away after a little while. He was working on his homework while he waited.…
I started for my black belt when I was in kindergarten or first grade. I decided to take classes at my elementary school, Vista Grande, and I was interested in pursuing Taekwondo. I started to go to the official location for classes. I started with my white belt and worked my way up. For each belt, I had to learn a few skills and a form, which is a series of movements.…
At the age of four I came home from my first Martial Arts class. This marked the beginning of a new journey in my life that would ultimately mold me into the person I am today. This journey would be filled with lessons, hardships, heartaches, joy ,celebrations and it wouldn’t be karate without some blood, sweat and tears. All of those things would ultimately lead me to my final destination : The Black Belt Test. After twelve years of taking Martial Arts classes I can now look back at how much I have learned and grown as a person.…
The strenuous and demanding nature of wrestling practice and the sport in general has caused me to be in the best condition of my life both physically and mentally. Deciding to join the wrestling team gave me my first taste of real responsibility. I realized I had to take action and…
Trampled It was a cloudy Saturday morning in May. I was at the barn getting ready to have my horseback riding lesson just like I had done every other Saturday morning for the past eight years. Although this morning was different, instead of riding one of the regular horses, my instructor had me scheduled to ride a thoroughbred named Storm. This horse was still green and had not been fully trained on how to do much except race.…
Twenty-seven seconds left in the round, the commotion of the thrilled judo fans and enthusiasts merging into a haze of moving figures, my body fatigue and only thriving off the rush of adrenaline. I go in for the attack at once and in the next second following, all I hear is white noise, all I see is the bleeding of dark spots and the dimming of light; it’s like the world shut off for a few seconds. Then, it was like the world shut off for many, many months after that. The moment my head hit that mat, the result of a serious concussion following with chronic migraines and the effects within, have been a huge part of my life, and vital to my developing identity. When the bright light hit me after those few seconds of dark, I soon realized…
I’ve been only wrestling for one year, but yet it feels like it has been a lifetime of memories. Wrestling as a sport, teaches you character, strengthens your mind and your core. Practices are hard and long; they suck in all honestly, but I’m an athlete, I live for hard work and a challenge. Even though it hasn’t been long, I have just fell in love with wrestling, it’s like that one family member nobody really likes, but everyone learns to love them anyway because they are family and they will always be there for you. There was one match that sticks out in my mind like a sore thumb.…
Mose-o took me over to the ring doing the normal thing all boxing coaches do, moral support. While I was stepping into the ring I put a wrap on and my coach puts the gloves on for me. DING DING the bell rang, it seemed like there was a cow bell ringing into my ear every second. He throws the first punch straight into my chin, my first punch is clean in the liver because I know for sure that nobody can take too many shots to the liver.…
I was absolutely dreading this day because, for varsity matches, only one person in each weight class is allowed to wrestle. Our varsity wrestler for the weight class I was in was injured so I had to wrestle in the varsity match. As I stepped out onto the mat for the first time, I looked over and began analyzing my opponent: a shaved head, tattoo covered arms, and 200 pounds of solid muscle. What did I get myself into?…
Wrestling is a sport well one person battles it out with another, you can basically call wrestling a street fight with rules. If your not ready for the fight ahead then maybe you go look for a different sport. I was not physically ready for this match. I got hurt pretty bad with a concussion and it did not feel good. My painful concussion happened at Mountain View High School almost a year ago.…
3987 42137 The Good ol’ Straight or How I Stood Up for Myself Around the end of my sophomore year in highschool, I had made quite a lot of friends from different grades. I had more junior friends than I had sophomore and freshman combined. Most of the time we spent together was wasted either running around town, or staying the night at our friend Josh's house.…