Descriptive Essay - The Wrestling Room

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The Wrestling Room

As I sit here with my eyes closed, I imagine a tropical breeze. The warm wet air slides over my face. The humidity seems almost heavy enough to crush me. As I take a deep breath, the realization that this is no tropical air comes crashing in. Instead of the refreshing scent of the ocean, or tropical plants, the taste of salt from sweat and a smell of the human body fill my lungs. The daydream is over. A shrill whistle sounds and the voice of coach Chuck booms through out the room, breaking the peace that was comforting the pain in my shoulder and bringing me back to reality. I was not on some humid island paradise, but rather in the explosive atmosphere of the Hotchkiss High School wrestling room.

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When I have my workout gear on, I am no longer Adam the senior from HHS. I am between two worlds. The doorway to the wrestling room is the passage to one of these worlds: the world of wrestling.

From the outside, I can see my teammates preparing for practice. Some sit against the red padded wall, keeping to themselves and looking rather disgusted with what they will be doing shortly. Others look indifferent, quietly talking with those that look civil around them. Then again, some feel it is necessary to have some fun before practice starts. They wrestle around, pick on each other and make a general nuisance of themselves. I often wonder why those that do that can be so careless in the minutes before such an intense practice, but I think they are just trying to ease the tension of yet another killer work out.

From outside the door, I look at the mat. The gray mat is like a motionless tide, daring me to enter its world and I do. As I sit on the rolled mats along the wall and look at the clock. Almost time to get going, only five more minutes to be motionless and lazy. Five minutes before the music starts. The same blaring music day in and day out: Linkin park, Eminem, Metallica. The music that makes you want to scream because you have heard it so much, but makes you work that much harder anyway. The music makes those that were pacing impatiently put their legs to use, starting the circle before
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