Fear. As I stumbled backwards, disoriented and exhausted, fear took over. I’ve never been one to run from a challenge, from competition, or from fear. But this was new, this was all encompassing, I lost all control.
I’ve only ever identified myself as an athlete, specifically a wrestler. For years I had been preparing for this moment, for this tournament run, really for my journey. I had been setting myself up for success. All I knew was endless summer camps, perfecting technique. The long drives to out of state tournaments to challenge my skillset. All of those lonely late nights in the gym, constant effort to ensure podium after podium, and the early morning runs to guarantee stamina to battle through the 3rd period.
As I helplessly tried to regain control in route to the doctor, it hit me. The match medically ended. My season, my high school career was over, but my journey was just taking a new path.
I had already mentally and verbally committed to wrestling in college. Now, I had to be medically cleared and mentally ready to forget fear and get back to my passion. Being sidelined, I knew the repercussions: loss of muscle, loss of strength, loss of power. I had to take control of what I could, face this new challenge, and alter my journey.
I was inspired to formulate my new goal, my new journey, my collegiate wrestling goal weight, 141.