I woke up, lying in the middle of my school, with pain in my head and nothing in my stomach. I didn't wake up from a nap; I'd passed out in the pool room. I rolled over, staring at the ceiling, and at that moment I realized that this was the worst moment of my life.
I had just finished my daily weight cutting for my wrestling team. That day I cut eight-and-a-half pounds—the most I have ever lost in a day.
I came into my freshman year at 5' 6'' and 120 pounds with nine percent body fat. At six percent body fat a person must go directly to the emergency room.
At the first practice I found out I would make varsity, and I was very excited, to say the least. I was coming off a 14-4 record at my middle school, so I knew wrestling was one of my top sports.
You see, in middle school a wrestler weighs in about three times a year, while in high school it's about three times a week. I soon found out that our team was missing a 112-pounder, and I soon found out that that 112-pounder would be me.
Soon came the first meet and I thought I was ready. Fast forward to 20 minutes later when my coach was screaming at me for weighing in at 113...
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