Kennedy High School - Maze Yearbook (Bellmore, NY)

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128 by Michael Leit Hot, muggy, claustrophobic, and too many males. Don't trust my judgement, though. I lost 3V2 pounds today and it kind of affects you. Girls don't even look the same - distorted maybe - like everything else after wrestling practice. Tonight's practice has left me just enough time to eat a one course meal, and I canlt even do that. But if you keep your muscles toned, they won't com- plain when you don't eat. It was the fifth time this week, the tenth hour, leaving me a real swinging weekend to look forward to: No drinking, no girls, more practice, and a judo lesson at 7:30 on Saturday morning. I couldn't put up with all this unequivocal nonsense if it weren't for the discipline that has been imposed on me by coach Schaefer and a toler- ance hardened by the nihilistic, existential promise of victory. Victory: I hear that word too often - so often that it has lost its meaning, and I have to keep repeating it in my mind so that I won't forget what it really means. V I passed Sue in the hall today, she said, Hi , but I doubt she realized that I had practiced the single leg take down unsuccessfully for the first time today, when I didn't say, Hi, back. You really begin to evaluate the impor- tance of a sport when it starts intruding on other people like friends, family, and pets in ways that you really don't want it to. I can't ask Sue out until March anyhow. People shouldn't see that I'm grumpy, tired, and sacked out. I'm not suffering. You only suf- fer when you do something against your own will, and wrestling, as much as it seems to debilitate a person, keeps you going and gives you a rea- son for working so hard, and winning negates all apparent pain and anguish. Fifteen years from now you won't see the marks caused by sweat and starvation, but all metal awards will remain. They will stay strong. Metal is strong, and I envy metal. I won't call Mom to pick me up. I have to lose more weight or I can forget about next week's match. Let's see 28 minutes on Tuesday . . . today's windy though, and I can hardly feel the blood pulse through my thighs. I must not feel the blood though . . . I must hear it! It must tell me it is there, and I must remember it is there when I fight the natural. Strengthen . . . increase . . . resist the temptation - medi- ocrity and unobtrusiveness. Ignore every desire but the desire to win, since it can not exist with the others. Maybe wrestlers don't eat so they will become delirious and can't see what they are missing. Samson was blind, and that perhaps is the secret. Don't act by what is visible, act by prediction and the promise of future. Victory. Metal. Myself.

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