No Pain No Gain

You know what stinks? Being 2 oz off your fighting weight on the day of your buddy's birthday. Mom gave me the choice of wrestling up or eating very healthy until weigh ins at 4 o'clock. So... that's how I found myself eating rice cakes and carrots while my friends scarfed down pizza and cake.  Luckily, it paid off! I made weight and Mom had pizza and cake on hand for me immediately afterwards.

If you haven't been to one of my matches, you may not know the level of crazy Mom reaches. Have you ever seen someone's hands so beat up from clapping?! 

No. It's nowhere near normal.

Fortunately, the club put her in charge of our hospitality room. It's a welcome distraction for all of us. She gets to organize and boss people around and make signs, and I get a little peace!

As long as they never ever put her in charge of the hot dogs again. We all know Mom's strengths lie outside the kitchen (unless she's cleaning it).

Even though I made weight, I had a really rough day. I wore my regular glasses on the mats and got tackled by a big kid. Thank you Guardian Angel for keeping that frame out of my eye. Then I lost my headgear. Then I spent ALL of my energy horsing around and didn't eat so I lost a match I should've easily won. Then I fought my way back, but lost at the end to a kid who kept ripping my glasses off (don't think Mom didn't remind me that I can wear contacts).


I definitely learned a few things today!