I survived the terrible wrestling practices–which remain, without a doubt, among the most painful events I have endured in my lifetime, bar none. I survived the ubiquitous nudity. I survived the terrible locker room smells. And, on the day of our first match, I survived the weigh-in, which took place in the morning, in the dark, before school started, because, as the coach explained to us, people for some reason always weigh less in the morning than they do at any other time in the day. Weighing in was a mere formality for me. I weighed 190 pounds, but I…