Competing is one of the most nerve racking and scary things for me. At worlds last year I threw up between every match. I feel my stomach drop everytime I see the guy who I will fight next. My hands get clammy. My heart pounds and I can hear it in my ears every time I think about when I will be up. I feel nauseous when I see my friends and family watching me. I don’t want to disappoint them. But then when I step on the Mat I have the same thought everytime. “All you have to do is fight your hardest” and I remember I’m here to test myself and that all those other thoughts and feelings exist only in my own head. They aren’t real or tangible. The only thing that’s real is the moment. The instinct. The fight.