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The prospect that my winning record qualified me for this tournament scared the hell out of me. .
             May brought a new mood into the Wrestling room. Running laps hardly felt the same with the sun peeking in the windows at six P.M. I envied those who had lost most of their matches in the last year; they lounged around while I trained vigorously for the Regionals. Our coach would take us aside before every practice and say something like "Now the rest of these fish out here just know how to flop around a lot on the mat, but you guys mean business. Don't let me catch you slacking off, OK?" .
             In the middle of a match he would pull me out and butt his head against mine. I could taste the years of cigarette smoking on his face, which was faintly yellow. As the weeks went on, all I could think about was failing. My confidence was gone and the only visualization I could predict was the look on my coach's face after I had been pinned at the Regional tournament. .
             In the days leading up to the match I really began to question the reasons for wrestling. Parts of me truly didn't" want to wrestle, big parts, and it occurred to me for the first time that I didn't have to be here. Despite feelings of angst, the day came and I wrestled. My stomach felt like a blender was inside of it. I can still remember pacing back and fourth behind a set of bleachers, practicing moves in my mind. The opponent I envisioned was fast and skilled. When the match came, it was over quickly. I actually won, pinning my fellow novice in seconds. The following matches went similarly, and I was on to Sectionals! I had underestimated myself, but still felt even more nervous for the next tournament. .
             My coach took me aside that night after the Regionals and told me that he knew I"d had it in me all along. His positive reinforcement gave me the mindset I needed to continue. .
             Sectionals were easier for me to approach. The matches were harder though, quick kids would tap me on the forehead, and go for my leg.


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