The Wrestling Room
The Heated Room of Sweat This room was my domain, my escape from reality, my room of hard work and determination. This overly heated room was one of my favorite places to be when I was in high school. I let off a lot of steam in this sweaty room. This giant room was where the best and most athletic athletes in the school came to practice and put in work to put a poster and their name of themselves on the wall next to the previous posters.
As I open the door to my old high school wrestling room, I get hit in the face with hot air and the hot muggy smell of bleach and sweat. While I look around I see red and gray padded walls and posters of individual state champions, team accomplishments, and school records set by previous and current athletes. The floor was covered by a giant red and white wrestling mat made of some kind of foam and coated with a rubber texture on the outside and six foot white circles scattered around the mat. As I step on to the mats I feel my feet sink a little bit into the mat, and I can hear the two giant green heaters blasting hot air to make everybody sweat like they’re in a sauna. By just standing around in this room I can feel myself start to sweat from just the heat alone.
In the back corner of the wrestling room there are to ropes hanging from the high ceiling, for wrestlers to climb at the end of every practice. At the opposite end of the ropes is the locker room where all the wrestlers change and get ready for practice. As I walk into the locker room I feel the change of temperature from scorching hot to ice cold fresh air. In the locker room is where the coaches office is and all the lockers for the athletes. While I change and get ready for practice I can smell the bleach from the yellow mop buckets that are getting pushed into the wrestling room to mop the sweat drenched mats. The mixed smell of sweat and bleach linger in the hot humid air while the team begins practice. It’s hard to breathe because of the hot humid air which
As I open the door to my old high school wrestling room, I get hit in the face with hot air and the hot muggy smell of bleach and sweat. While I look around I see red and gray padded walls and posters of individual state champions, team accomplishments, and school records set by previous and current athletes. The floor was covered by a giant red and white wrestling mat made of some kind of foam and coated with a rubber texture on the outside and six foot white circles scattered around the mat. As I step on to the mats I feel my feet sink a little bit into the mat, and I can hear the two giant green heaters blasting hot air to make everybody sweat like they’re in a sauna. By just standing around in this room I can feel myself start to sweat from just the heat alone.
In the back corner of the wrestling room there are to ropes hanging from the high ceiling, for wrestlers to climb at the end of every practice. At the opposite end of the ropes is the locker room where all the wrestlers change and get ready for practice. As I walk into the locker room I feel the change of temperature from scorching hot to ice cold fresh air. In the locker room is where the coaches office is and all the lockers for the athletes. While I change and get ready for practice I can smell the bleach from the yellow mop buckets that are getting pushed into the wrestling room to mop the sweat drenched mats. The mixed smell of sweat and bleach linger in the hot humid air while the team begins practice. It’s hard to breathe because of the hot humid air which