life of a wrestler
we eat sleep practice and worry
we sleep a lot
we rarely eat of fear we wont make weight
even though we know were 2 pounds under
we still feel something would happen
we go to school and think of our moves
we zone out visualizing them and start to flow
and we dont even know
until someone points us out and say what are you doing?
we look away as if they wont
people say its gay and the sport is stupid
its not about 2 sweaty guys rolling around on a mat
no its about the respect you have for the oppenent for hsi talent and strength
we get made fun of
i dont get it
whats gay about beating someone up?
i lveo the sport one day wanting to be an olympian! ihope
work hard and dreams come true
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