At 12, I went to my first wrestling practice.
I was a chubby kid, who liked baseball, Friday night pizza with my mom and dad, and playing soccer —I was the goalkeeper, meaning no running. I loved sports but I wasn’t really “athletic”.
On my first day of wrestling, one of the nerdiest kids in my ent…
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