So you probably don't want to hear me rant about my first wrestling practice, do you? This chapter isn't for you if so.

Tonight was my first wrestling practice. Conditioning wasn't as hellish as last year. The conditioning seemed easier (even though I was still dying). When I felt like I couldn't do it, and started to slow down, each of my teammates motivated me with phrases like "you can do it, jackie" "you got this jackie" "come on, jackie". Nice to know they care.

But I felt like I was being really weak when I was walking and everyone else was jogging. Damn, I felt so weak! But I could barely breathe. My throat and chest hurt so much. I just wanted it to be over.

We played a game called shot limbo (not the shot you're thinking of. Look up, "wrestling move shot". You'll see what I'm talking about) where you had to take a shot under the rope and if you touched it you had to jog. I was one of the final people left, and my teammates cheered me on. It meant a lot.

My partner seems pretty nice. He was patient with me, I had to catch my breath and stretch in between drills. He even let me take a water break. Nice guy. Heh, he even cheered me on. He was powerful, though. He wrestled three years, and this is my second one.

So my dad says that the boys feel intimidated by me. Is that true, you think? He says that if they beat me they'll feel bad but if they lose to me they'll feel embarrassed. Seems legit, right?

God I'm so hungry right now. But my mom said just a snack. I WANT A SECOND DINNER.
Haha

So everything aches. Surprisingly, I don't feel awful right now. I feel good. Sore, but accomplished. This is a start to a great season, I can feel it.