I love wrestling. But I hate it. I love the bortherhood I have with the guys on my team. I hate how hard we work everyday for it. I love my coaches. I hate having to cut weight. I love winning that hard match at the end of the tournament. I hate having to get up in the morning with aches and pains and cuts and bruises.
But I love wrestling. For every hardship it puts me through, I always come back to it because… well I’m not really sure why. My coach is always telling the team, “You have to be crazy to put yourself through what you go through every day and keep coming back.” And yeah, I think that could be it. Maybe wrestling just made me crazy. But whatever it is, no matter how much pain and fatigue this sport puts me through, no matter how much I hate it, I love it and will keep coming back to it.