I know I haven't written in a few days, but for some reason I was having some trouble getting on the blog website.
Well the tournament did not end up the way I had hoped it would, but that is how it goes sometimes. I am definitely feeling a little better now. I only get that sick feeling in my stomach about 5 times a day when I think about the match with the Armenian. I don't know why things happen the way they do, but I do believe everything happens for a reason. I don't regret anything I have done in preparation for the games. I couldn't have done more. And I am a better wrestler now than I was last year when I was 2nd in the world. I guess realizing that is the hardest right now. But that is sport, and I know I will have tougher times in life than this.
The one thing I am so thankful for is my support. My teammates, coaches and training squad are second to none. They are great friends, and we are like a family. From when we won the worlds last year, to every win or loss along the way, the ups and downs, we have stuck together, and we enjoyed every second of it.
My family and friends have sacrificed so much, and I am forever indebted to them. They are such an inspiration to me, and I have never had to look far to find it. I have recieved so many emails and letters of encouragment. Thank you so much. I may not have achieved all my goals, but because of their support, I honestly and truely from the bottom of my heart believed that I could have.
Lastly, thank you to Howells and all of Nebraska. If I had not grown up there, I wouldn't be half the man I am today. I almost lost it, when I read the aticle in the Washington Post a few days after I competed. I hope you all had a great time at the Howells Fab shop. I wish I could have done a little better and made you stay up a little later. Because of the traits I learned and was exposed to growing up in a small town, I was able to go this far. You are an inspiration to me.