I was never a fan of wrestling, I just don't like other sweaty, smelly guys on top of me. I'm not homophobic, I have many gay friends and even had gay roommates for the record. I just don't like being touched by people I don't know why but it freaks me out…. BAD.
I was a competitive cyclist since the age of 12 (till a pinto sealed my fate) and was built like a fat burning brick shithouse. When younger I was incredibly strong and still hold high school weightlifting records in leg press and squat. The glory daze, gone, probably forever The wrestling coach thought I would be a prime candidate for his team, I declined incessantly. One day we had PE required wrestling and of course to see what the lower-body powerhouse could do he paired me with his star state bound wrestler in my weight class. I totally freaked when pinned and went into fight or flight mode. I picked the first, head butted the guy a few times than proceeded to impale him with every limb of my body I could break free, even after standing. The state bound wrestler came out with a broken nose (head butts) and 2 broken ribs (kicks)......... Poor cat never saw it coming.
18 years later I read this.....
And realize I was not wrong; it eases my mind, and guilt.