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My Mornings As a Land Warrior — Graham Weaver

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It was January of my junior year of high school. I was a starting 125-pound wrestler for Perrysburg High School, a public school outside of the rust-belt city of Toledo, Ohio. I was the #1 ranked 125-pound wrestler in the league facing off against the #2 ranked wrestler in our home gym. All the lights in the gym were off and only a single matt light illuminated the two of us. The entire gym was packed, and it was loud. Wrestling in Ohio is no joke. Our team was one of the top teams in the state, and wrestling was our high school’s best sport this particular year. I’d faced this opponent before. He was from the rival school. We didn’t like each other. I lost. The gym was filled with several hundred now-silent fans. It was the biggest moment of my sports career up to this point. And I failed and felt humiliated. Then I quit. That was the last match I ever wrestled. It was my junior year. I was likely in line to be co-captain of the team the following year. I had plans to go to the state

My Mornings As A Land Warrior Self Discovery Oct 15 Written By Graham Weaver My experience rowing at Princeton and how giving myself time to succeed (a long runway) has enabled me to achieve more than I thought possible. It was January of my junior year of high school. I was a starting 125-pound wrestler for Perrysburg High School, a public school outside of the rust-belt city of Toledo, Ohio. I was the #1 ranked 125-pound wrestler in the league facing off against the #2 ranked wrestler in our home gym. All the lights in the gym were off and only a single matt light illuminated the two of us.

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