Once you’ve wrestled everything else in life is easy. Wrestling starts around October so by that time anyone who wrestles is settled and comfortable in terms of the classroom while starting to get focused on the upcoming season. That comfortability I was gaining would soon disappear for a long time. I learned this my freshmen year after I joined the small 13 man team at my high school that pretty much no one had even heard of. Wrestling interested me although I had no expectations of success considering I was joining one of the hardest sports around five years later than most others; with this being said the drive to win was still in my blood. After the first practice I was obsessed; the way the body is pushed mentally and physically during
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During this time in my life I was lost. I was angry at the world and at God for taking someone so close to me. I entered sophomore year confused with even a hint of depression. Although my friends and family were still there for me I blocked them out and tried to tackle my demons on my own letting them have control of me. What a mistake this was. As wrestling began to approach again something was just off. My attitude had shifted to a more negative vibe, I wasn’t as outgoing and friendly as before, and I knew in my heart I needed help. Another year of wrestling went by but it wasn’t the same as the first; I had lost my drive for it and was always blaming other aspects of my life for my lack of success. As sophomore year ended and summer came around my life took a different turn. My workout partner and fellow wrestler Connor Rushing and I became extremely close. During a wrestling camp we attended that summer we both experienced a “God Moment” so to speak. When I arrived home I began to do community service and used it as a healing experience in some ways. I was feeling more like myself again, closer with my friends, family, and most importantly God. I thought about Kevin a lot and decided to dedicate my next wrestling season to him by making it to state, the highest level in wrestling. This is when my life really began to change. I reflected on all of these events, positive or negative, and saw two huge attributes that I had learned through this. Perseverance and work ethic. I began to workout at 6:30 a.m. every morning for two hours for the remainder of the summer as well as another two hour session at night. This work ethic helped heal me mentally and physically; I truly believe God focused me on weight lifting for this reason. The physical pain I endured was easy to persevere through because of the mental pain I had experienced with the loss of Kevin. When school started as I entered my junior year, I continued with
During this time in my life I was lost. I was angry at the world and at God for taking someone so close to me. I entered sophomore year confused with even a hint of depression. Although my friends and family were still there for me I blocked them out and tried to tackle my demons on my own letting them have control of me. What a mistake this was. As wrestling began to approach again something was just off. My attitude had shifted to a more negative vibe, I wasn’t as outgoing and friendly as before, and I knew in my heart I needed help. Another year of wrestling went by but it wasn’t the same as the first; I had lost my drive for it and was always blaming other aspects of my life for my lack of success. As sophomore year ended and summer came around my life took a different turn. My workout partner and fellow wrestler Connor Rushing and I became extremely close. During a wrestling camp we attended that summer we both experienced a “God Moment” so to speak. When I arrived home I began to do community service and used it as a healing experience in some ways. I was feeling more like myself again, closer with my friends, family, and most importantly God. I thought about Kevin a lot and decided to dedicate my next wrestling season to him by making it to state, the highest level in wrestling. This is when my life really began to change. I reflected on all of these events, positive or negative, and saw two huge attributes that I had learned through this. Perseverance and work ethic. I began to workout at 6:30 a.m. every morning for two hours for the remainder of the summer as well as another two hour session at night. This work ethic helped heal me mentally and physically; I truly believe God focused me on weight lifting for this reason. The physical pain I endured was easy to persevere through because of the mental pain I had experienced with the loss of Kevin. When school started as I entered my junior year, I continued with