How it Feels
How it feels…
To run an extra mile
Or down the hall, one, more, time.
To lie to your mother about being hungry,
Just to make wight,
Or throwing up at practice,
And feeling glad you did.
To hear your coach ask if you can make wight
But you know he's not asking,
He's telling you.
Its tough.

How it feels…
To put on, the singlet
The one people call you gay for wearing
And rolling around on a mat with someone,
Only to be called names
When they don’t know how much work you put in,
Or they call anorexic,
When sometimes you don't doubt it.
Its difficult

How it feels…
To hear your coach yell at you,
Or having to lift what feels like a whole crowd of people,
But it's not just the weight of your opponent,
But it's what will happen if you don't get up,
That's terrible

How it feels..
To be glad when you or your opponent bleeds,
So you can steal  an extra breath or sip of water
Or to get out of a difficult position,
That's agonizing

How it feels…
After all the pain and struggling is over
And you can eat twelve large pizzas with your team that taste like heaven
And all the pop you can stand without getting sick,
After being denied all of that for so, long,
It's amazing.
How it feels…
To hear your coaches tell you that their proud that you stayed
When all the other five freshman quit,
You were the only one that didn't quit,
It's the worst feeling, because it ended so soon.