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a wrestlers body


we have to be slender and sleek flexible and opposite of weak its one of the hardest sports people make fun until they get out on that mat and get made a fool of wrestling is hard we sweat we bleed we all suffer day after day not eating running and working sweating feeling sick to our stomachs people dont understand they think its stupid but that feeling when the reff raises your hand were not the same im glad its all over but yet i regret not taking the advatage the club now when i come back ill be fat and slow i put on weight snese the season i cant help it its no the same im gonna start working and jogging gotta lose this weight freshman sophmore J.V. varsity its all up to me how hard i work how much i care i varsity is where i want to be at but who will know its all up to me i chose my fate noone else got to get my wrestlers body and then it will show
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