It was officially post-season for wrestling, I took second in my regional after being tech-falled by a freshman and second again at sectionals, losing 8-2 in the finals. I lost to the same girl twice, but what were the chances I’d have to wrestle her again?
Before the post-season, I had four long months of grueling practice. From the beginning of my third year wrestling, I knew my goal: to qualify for the state meet. I spent hours in the practice room from 3:15-5:30 with my team Monday through Friday, and then an extra 30 minutes after every practice with the coaches practicing my technique. After being one of the few girl wrestlers on my team for three consecutive years, I constantly compared myself to my male teammates, and I never felt that I was getting any better. Being beaten on by my male teammates, especially during live goes, was starting to make me believe I wouldn’t be able to meet my goal. As the season progressed, I took this thought as a way to drive me to work harder leading up to the postseason.
My regional matches were normal, up until my semi-finals match. I was going up against a ranked girl. I was incredibly nervous because she was ranked. I started to doubt myself, leading me to lose 18-3 in the third period. I took second place, now I was worried about the next week at sectionals. If I lost to her once, what are the chances I’ll beat her? This question pushed me to drill even harder the next week. Sectionals came soon after, and I had to wrestle her once again in the semi-finals, mirroring what happened at regionals. I put my foot on the line, shook her hand, and wrestled hard for six minutes. Although I ended up losing again, 8-3, I became even hungrier. Both of us were now state qualifiers, but I’d be wrestling her soon again up at the Khol Center.
Once I reached the blood rounds at the state meet, I knew I couldn’t lose again. This thought lit a fire under me. My first match on the back side of the bracket was a first-period pin. My coach hugged me, and then told me to look at the bracket. It was her again. My mind started to race, I thought I was done. I took a deep breath, put my AirPods in, and started to warm up for my next match. I’ve lost to her twice at this point, knowing this could be my last match in Madison, I wanted to leave everything out on the mat.
My foot on the line for possibly the last time shook her hand, and began. The match was 1-1 across the board, we went into overtime, I saw how much this mentally broke her because she had already beaten me twice before. She took a lazy shot and I got the takedown. In a big upset, the 12th seed beat the sixth seed. Finally, a wave of relief hit me. I finally won. Not only did I make the podium, but I learned that every time I’d come so close, it would make the success feel even better. All the challenges I’d faced up until this point had prepared me to wrestle in one of the hardest matches I’d have all season. The constant unfair comparison of myself to my teammates was proven wrong. Looking back, I’d never bet money on winning that match, but I’ve learned sometimes it's better to bet on the underdog.