Nimbleness
12-29-2004, 10:32 PM
I ask, because I just got back from a tournament....13 hours long. It was at our rival school, and every school in the county(cow-n-ty) was there.
They were somehow about to cram 5 different mats into the gym. Most of my time was spent scoping out the other teams. I took a picture of one guy hitting the peterson (beautifully I might add), and then he beeped it up by forgetting the wrist.
Usually that all would be all fine and dandy except I got there late (Beleive me, I'm going to be hearing it all day at practice tomorrow), and they got the other 135 pounder to fill in for me. Basically I spent the whole time bored out of my mind, and watching a few certain slimeballs get caught smoking in the back.
I originally wanted 130lbs ,but it was too much for me since I'm at a point where the only weight I can lose now is water. I wouldn't eat for days and would constantly be carrying around a cup spitting in. Even then I'd usually be a few points over and get *****ed out.
One of my best memories is being .2 overweight; so when I walked to get weighed in for the match I dropped everything.
Hey, whatever works. I'm always going to remember my first match. I had to pee real bad; then I remember my name being called, and at which point I was so afraid I felt like I was really going to now. My team was already lined up and clapped me onto the mat. I ended up winning that one on points thanks having the loudest coaches in the area. Specifically, I remember being caught in a farside cradle, and a loud "DONT YOU GO OVER MICHAEL, POST, POST!!!!!" shot through my headgear.
I ran right off the mat after shaking hands, and into the bathroom for some well earned relief.
My only gripe with the sport is the constant practicing. The coach who conditions us is worse than a drill instructor.
They were somehow about to cram 5 different mats into the gym. Most of my time was spent scoping out the other teams. I took a picture of one guy hitting the peterson (beautifully I might add), and then he beeped it up by forgetting the wrist.
Usually that all would be all fine and dandy except I got there late (Beleive me, I'm going to be hearing it all day at practice tomorrow), and they got the other 135 pounder to fill in for me. Basically I spent the whole time bored out of my mind, and watching a few certain slimeballs get caught smoking in the back.
I originally wanted 130lbs ,but it was too much for me since I'm at a point where the only weight I can lose now is water. I wouldn't eat for days and would constantly be carrying around a cup spitting in. Even then I'd usually be a few points over and get *****ed out.
One of my best memories is being .2 overweight; so when I walked to get weighed in for the match I dropped everything.
Hey, whatever works. I'm always going to remember my first match. I had to pee real bad; then I remember my name being called, and at which point I was so afraid I felt like I was really going to now. My team was already lined up and clapped me onto the mat. I ended up winning that one on points thanks having the loudest coaches in the area. Specifically, I remember being caught in a farside cradle, and a loud "DONT YOU GO OVER MICHAEL, POST, POST!!!!!" shot through my headgear.
I ran right off the mat after shaking hands, and into the bathroom for some well earned relief.
My only gripe with the sport is the constant practicing. The coach who conditions us is worse than a drill instructor.