A Wrestler’s Thanksgiving

Joey Karlik
Staff Writer

Twas’ the night before Thanksgiving and everyone exits their schools. The leaves are gone and so are the ghouls. This is usually a special occasion and everyone should join. I should be eating some juicy pork tenderloin. My friends are all eating, but something is flawed. For I did not join them, and the same goes for my wrestling squad. I can’t even eat my own turkey, being cut with the knife. These are the troubles of a wrestling life.
This year is the last time I will ever have to uphold this horrible tradition. I really love eating food, especially this time of year. Wrestlers have a huge responsibility that no other athletes have to truly do, that being to watch our weight. I walk around at roughly 143 pounds but have to be under 139.
People tell me, “Why do you do this to yourself?” or “That’s unhealthy, stop it!” or even “Do you ever eat?” Yes I do eat, just not as much as you. Every year I do the exact same thing, so I know how I’m going to feel that weekend. My thanksgiving dinner consists of a handful of fruit and nut trail mix, a lemonade vitamin water, a couple slices of lunch meat, and half a bagel. That is indulging myself. I shouldn’t even have the bagel. That’s like a special treat to us wrestlers.
As soon as I eat this though, my wrestling coach, a.k.a my dad, tells me to go run tonight so I don’t become too fat. I run for roughly 45 minutes to lose probably just the lunch meat and the water. I feel guilty to walk around with the trail mix inside of me, but I know I will lose it in my sleep.
The next day, I wake up at around 7 being 140 and unsatisfied. Everyone else is still in bed with a food coma that I never got. I sit on the couch and with a protein bar in my left hand and a shot glass-sized cup of water in my right. I raise my right hand to the air and make a toast to myself and say, “Happy Thanksgiving”.
This year though will be slightly different. I will run with more energy, I will eat with pride. I won’t walk around guilty, and I will raise my toast knowing one thing and one thing only, there’s a last time for everything.

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