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Magpusao S Power Within Second
Magpusao S Power Within Second
The taste of chicken was getting old for me at this point. I became so used to eating
the same thing everyday I couldnt even enjoy my favorite type of meat anymore. It was the
same daily routine. I waited impatiently by the door, tapping my foot rapidly ready to beat
This was my everyday lunch routine during the Winter of 2016. My sophomore year
I made the choice to become a two sport athlete. Basketball and Wrestling. The way my
season worked was when I didn't have basketball games I had wrestling practice, everyday
Month of February.
6:45 am my alarm rings. I wake up to the sound of my annoying iphone alarm that
wakes me every morning, with heavy eyes from lack of sleep from the homework that kept
me up. My body aches as I roll out of bed. I put on my clothes that I set up from the night
before, make my way to the bathroom dragging my feet with eyes half closed.
7:05am I make my way downstairs. Usually, i'm the type of person that does not eat
breakfast, I just was never hungry that early in the morning. But, doing two sports I forced
myself to eat. I knew I was going to need the energy for later on. I open up my refrigerator,
squint from the bright light and reach for the chilling mason jar with overnight oats, take a
spoon, slump down onto a chair and eat. This was one out of 3 meals of my day.
11:30am, advisory time. Every single day I looked forward to advisory. It only meant
20 more minutes till lunch. My knee moved in a constant up and down motion as I watched
students pass the hallways through the window. I don't remember much of advisory. I only
remembered the crave for food. I looked forward to eating. Snacking wasnt a thing for
me so the only food in my stomach at this point were the overnight oats I had for breakfast.
Everyday I knew what I had for lunch. My mouth became familiar of the taste of chicken
and its rubber like texture. My food wasnt even good anymore but, I just wanted
something. I needed something to slightly fill my stomach. Chicken and broccoli was the
second prepared meal of everyday that my mom would make me every Sunday night. I had
it 7 days a week week for lunch and dinner. On lucky days she would throw in some
cauliflower.
the girls basketball team I would prioritize basketball whenever it overlapped with
wrestling. It was tough on me mentally trying to push myself through a game or practice
when all that was on my mind was my last meal. Sports used to be outlet for me to
decompress and get away from school and it was, except I couldn't escape the feeling of
temptation every day of breaking my diet, or the wanting of time to pass so that I could
sleep and numb this feeling but, these feelings followed me everywhere. For 3 whole
months. The same feeling of my strained my back. The pinching and aching in every joint of
11:00pm. When the sun fell and night came my stomach grumbled asking for food
but, I didn't want to give it any. Some nights my hunger was so bad I genuinely thought my
stomach started eating the surroundings organs. My body was weak. I needed food, but I
needed to win. Every night I feel asleep to the tossing and turning in order to distract
myself from my empty stomach. The discomfort of lying there knowing that I have the
power to just get up and eat drove me crazy. My self control was being tested.
The way wrestling works is that we are categorized in weight classes. 101lbs, 106
lbs, 111 lbs, and so on. The tournaments before CIFs I had to maintain the weight class of
111 lbs. Im a small girl, i'm 51, competing in two sports, maintaining weight should be
easy I thought. I started the season at 116 lbs. So why didn't I compete in that weight class?
Growing up I competed in the martial art of defense and grappling aka Judo. One of
my best friends, Sarina also did Judo. Growing up we were put up against each other. I had
to fight my best friend. Every tournament growing up we would compete for 1st place. It
was the most awkwardest and most uncomfortable thing. We would have no coaches
coaching us, and we had no one cheering. It's just something we absolutely HATED and
wanted to avoid as much as possible. Why would I want to purposely fight my best friend.
So that meant dropping 5 pounds and going on a strict meal prep diet.
The week of CIF was one of the hardest weeks of my life. In order for Sarina and I to
compete in CIFs I had to drop down to 106lbs. I went from 116 lbs to 111lb to 106lbs. My
diet became so strict I had to start watching my water weight. During my basketball games
I would wear a long blue dri fit shirt so that I could sweat more and would limit my water
intake. Keep in mind I was barely eating at this point. I became so afraid of being of being
Overweight or not qualifying that I switched my meal preps to salad. I practiced 10x as
hard to make sure I was burning fat and worked out in hoodies to sweat more. I did not
want the reason I did not compete was because I didn't make weight. The thought of how
many people including myself I would disappoint if that would have happened. Especially
I needed food. It was after a hard long basketball game against Grossmont High. A
day before CIFs. The whole game I had my blue dri fit compression under my jersey and I
was sweating bullets. [I was infuriated at my shirt I wanted to rip it off]. I couldn't though, I
needed it to sweat. The entire game I felt terribly weak. I felt light, fragile as a feather. I
reach for my water bottle and the thought in my head was dont drink much you need to
lose weight After the loss I am angry because of the lack of food in my body. I threw my
stuff in the car and I sat in complete silence. Without food it affected me physically yes, but
emotionally I was angry. I hated not being able to eat whenever I wanted or whenever I
pleased and what was I doing it for? For a medal? I wanted to break my diet but, I was mad
that I couldn't bring myself too. That part of me that wanted to succeed, and that other part
The other distracting noise was my mother. The same chatter she always gives me
after my basketball games. You should have done this, Why didn't you do this, when you
are playing defense you need to do this, drive the ball in more, shoot more, slide your feet
and there I was in silence. Its nothing I havent heard before. I don't know what I was more
tired of. The basketball game or the high expectations of my mother. The car stops and they
pull into a fruteria. I knew I wasnt going to eat anything. I was angry. The fact that my
family had the audacity to go get something to eat when they knew I was starving. My
friends were with me. They each had two big tortas and I walked out of there with a kale
I laid there in the back of my car so weak the only thing that felt slightly better was
closing my eyes and pretending I was somewhere else. We pull up to my house only to turn
back around and leave. My mother told me to change into new clothes and to hurry back to
the car.
There I was again in the back of the truck. My eyes slowly shut and I escape
everything for a little while. The car stops, my eyes flutter open up to a dark night and big
bright lights that read Chuze fitness I knew exactly what I was here for. I walked in and
slumped down at the first sight of a couch and fell asleep for maybe 5 minutes. Then I heard
my mom and the front desk person arguing. I had no idea what the issue was. The only
NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, SHE HAS CIFs TOMORROW AND IF SHE DOES NOT
My mom is passionate. She's always been passionate. In all my sports. She just
expects a lot. She wants me to go far, sometimes I think she wants it more than me. They
exchanged words again. I was very careless about what was going on. My mom eventually
said Follow me
I walked into what led me to the steam room. I took off my white shirt bruin shirt
and black socks and I walked in 105 degree room. It was hard to breathe. The air was hot. I
tried to breathe through my nose but the humid heat was so heavy it was difficult. I layed
up against the wall and closed my eyes. Sweat was coming out from everywhere of my
body. The walls were dripping with water and the glass door was blurred from the steam.
[Anxiety crept into my mind. I had the thought of the door shutting and my mom and I
being stuck in there]. What would I do in that instance? I thought that we would just die
because I felt too weak to even think about kicking the glass door down. This thought had
made my heart start beating way faster than it normally did. I needed to get out. 15
minutes was the maximum amount of time you were allowed to stay in there and I walked
out after 10. Cool air went through my open pores as I took my first step out of the steam
room. I dried off and went back home. Only 10 more hours till CIFs, only 10 more hours to
weigh in, and only ten more hours till I could eat and drink.
I walk into Claremont High School's gym. The smell of fresh bleach made its way
into my nose and gave me a pound in the head. The bright orange and blue caught my
attention. All of my teammates had bag of healthy foods ready to be stuffed down once we
weighed in. The locker room was full of girls. Full of girls who looked terribly weak, and
skinny. They separated us depending on which weight class we were trying to qualify for.
While waiting everyone was, socializing. All potential opponents were speaking to each
other about their dieting, and working out. I stayed in my own little space, I didn't not say a
word to any of them. I didn't want to show any part of weakness in me.
It was mine turn to weigh in. Down into spandex and my sports bra I didn't realize
how much physical change appeared in my body till then. My stomach was flat and not the
good kind of flat. My arms had no jiggle like how it normally does, I was skinny. I stepped
onto the scale and watch the numbers 105.3 lbs flip back and forth to 105 lb and finally the
scale froze at 105 lbs. I made weight. I could finally eat. I opened my snack bag reached for
my fruits and them. The problem was I was eating so fast I felt like throwing up. I trained
my stomach to eat so little my stomach got full instantly but, it was frustrating because I
The crowd was wild. Yelling and clapping, the audience was live. I didn't care what
was going on with the match in front of me. I couldn't focus. I jumped up and down
slapping my body to get blood circulating. I was composed on the outside. Straight face and
a well composed stance but on the inside fear entered my mind like a thief and stole all my
confidence.
High Tech - Samantha?
I raised my hand
Youll be green
It was officially time. I took the green ankle band, bent down and placed the velcro
onto my right ankle. As I waited for the reff I stood there with all eyes stuck on me. [My
heart sank to my empty stomach meeting the million butterflies that fluttered around, I
tried to hide my nervousness with a few jumps to make it seem as if I was warming up].
Shake hands
I reached out to shake my partner's hand and she met mine in the middle. I didn't
want to look mean but, I was unable to smile I was way too nervous. She had long legs and
was nervous too. I could tell by the way she moved her foot back and forth waiting for the
reff to blow the whistle. At this point I heard nothing but the sound of my heart beating and
saw nothing but, my partner in front of me. The live crowd was all of a sudden mute. The
sense of nervousness seemed to trump everything I was feeling up to this point. My hunger,
weariness, weakness. Before I knew the whistle blew. It took a while for us to engage. We
continued to circle around the mat until finally she grabbed my neck. Her legs were very
long and they were exposed right there in front of me. My eyes were set there trying to
think of my next move. I pushed her backwards to have some momentum and I picked her
ankle timing it and there she fell on her back. The crowd went wild. I heard my coach
yelling but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I held her neck tightly and hoped for
the best. After 5 or so seconds of pinning her the ref blew his whistle. We walked back to
our sides. Took off our ankle bands and we hugged each other. I just qualified for state. I
just placed 2nd in CIFs, but, [I didn't feel as happy as I thought I would be. I thought about
my basketball team. What do I do? I had to make the decision of either go to state or help
lead my basketball team to being CIF champs. This was the first year we made it to playoffs
for basketball. This was the only chance we had of winning playoffs this year. This was the
hardest choice to make and the sucky thing was that I was the only one who could make it.
Do I let my team down? Or do give up this opportunity that I have worked so hard for? I
asked everyone I possibly could on their opinions on what they think I should do. Nothing
helped. No one wanted to share their opinions because they didn't want their opinion
influencing my decisions. I thought long and hard about everything I put myself through. I
thought that because I prioritized basketball all season I am going to do this for myself. I
The same feelings will soon come up. Everyday will soon become a circulatory
system. A schedule that is never ending and feel like it won't. The same way that the heart
which pumps blood through a looping system. Is the same way my passion of sports will be