Personal Narrative: A Day At The Wrestling Camp
I remember those long, horrible terrible days spent at wrestling camp. The combined smell of over 50 boys working out IS hard to forget, after all. I was a mediocre wrestler at best (still am in fact), but even I knew these guys were on a tier far higher than I could ever hope to reach. While I was there, I got all beat up, exhausted, and even cried. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep up with these guys. But I’d’ve rather died than not try.
And besides …
HE had seemed so happy talking about it.
The morning workouts went a bit like this: Wake up. It is 7 AM. Run 5 miles as the cold blue sky mocks you with its easygoing nature. Maybe flip a tire or two, go nuts. Rinse and repeat, day day after day after day for a couple of days. For some, that’s probably not too challenging, but for a chunky little 8th grader it was a bit of a struggle. Just a tad. All the other people were superstar athletes. The toughest of the tough. The first day, the very first workout even, I wanted, no, needed, to quit. And it only got worse as the day passed, minute by minute, hour by hour, agonizing second by agonizing second. The only thing that kept me going during the day was the memory of his iconic booming laughter. Finally, day turned to night. As I was laying in bed, I called my dad. I’ll never forget how his words would change my life. …show more content…
I can’t take it, all of this is too much, these guys are juniors and seniors in highschool and college and they’re going to championship level places and … and I just can’t …” Something was leaking down my face. It stung. The words kept clogging up my
And besides …
HE had seemed so happy talking about it.
The morning workouts went a bit like this: Wake up. It is 7 AM. Run 5 miles as the cold blue sky mocks you with its easygoing nature. Maybe flip a tire or two, go nuts. Rinse and repeat, day day after day after day for a couple of days. For some, that’s probably not too challenging, but for a chunky little 8th grader it was a bit of a struggle. Just a tad. All the other people were superstar athletes. The toughest of the tough. The first day, the very first workout even, I wanted, no, needed, to quit. And it only got worse as the day passed, minute by minute, hour by hour, agonizing second by agonizing second. The only thing that kept me going during the day was the memory of his iconic booming laughter. Finally, day turned to night. As I was laying in bed, I called my dad. I’ll never forget how his words would change my life. …show more content…
I can’t take it, all of this is too much, these guys are juniors and seniors in highschool and college and they’re going to championship level places and … and I just can’t …” Something was leaking down my face. It stung. The words kept clogging up my