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When my brother Scott was a freshman in high school a friend convinced him to go out for the wrestling team. Scott had never wrestled before, and worse yet, he only weighed 92 pounds. The lowest weight class was 103 pounds, so he was giving up nearly 10% of his body weight every time he wrestled. His freshman year was a disaster. He would come home bruised and exhausted everyday after practice. It was painful to watch. Even more painful, though, was the fact that he lost every single match the entire year. My Mom hated it so much that