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{February 27, 2013}   Here’s to the Journey of Love.

“Melanie, I was watching my son’s baseball practice and I have noticed he’s getting so much better–especially with one of the balancing drills. You can really tell that he is improving and he stands out from most of the other kids. Thank you.” How is it that a simple statement such as this can make such a tremendous impact on my heart? If my heart were a paycheck at that moment, it would be worth more than a million bucks. Let’s just say I didn’t walk back through the door of the gym with my head down; I’m most certain that I grew a few inches taller with pride–but let’s not mistake this pride for hubris. This is the pride that keeps on giving because it  feeds off the love of others and leaves the ego at the door. Love? Most people don’t think love when they see the title: strength coach. I’m here to tell you this is exactly what the job is about. I’m here to blog about the top reason why I think being a strength coach is about love. The aforementioned scenario happened most recently, and is just a tiny piece of the proud-moment-pie. I’m sure I will blog about many of those at some point in time

#1-  The LOVE of the journey: The journey does not begin gracefully–in fact it’s pretty much a massive conglomeration of pre-teen angst, crazy hormones and nervous bodies who either aren’t sure whether they can measure up to their friends or are too sure that they can measure up to anyone, so you might as well pass them the coaching torch because, well…they know all, don’t you know? But this is part of the journey. Getting to know your group. Getting to know their names, what sports they play, what they do for fun, what makes them laugh, what makes them tick, what makes them want to work harder– or if they don’t want to work harder how can you change their minds? The journey of love is about seeing the kid who walked in the door with his back hunched and his head down with eyes glued to the floor, incapable of looking you in the eye when you talk to them. It’s about the same kid who in week one, could not get his shoulders back and his chest up tall, or get his foot close to the outside of his hand during spiderman streches, or even pick up the bar with a flat back off the Olympic platform, who can now in week #4, walk in with his head up high, stand up tall with his shoulders back and can look you in the eye and say “hey” and smile; he can get his foot almost to the outside of his hand during spideman stretches and can now pick up the bar with a flat back and can do a set of cleans that makes you stop and go: wait…is this the same kid? Yes. This is what it’s all about. Trial and error plays a big part here, and a lot of that part is error. What a beautiful thing. We learn from our mistakes. Is it working? No? Try something else. Is that working? No. Try again. Finally something clicks.  It is not easy. For those who write about coaching and don’t coach, try it and then tell me the journey doesn’t start with you going something like this: dear God, how am I going to make this work? If you don’t at least feel a tiny bit overwhelmed–you have never really coached before. It is a journey. It is never certain. You can’t just write about it and say: “this is how it will go and this is how it will end.” No way. If that’s the way it really works then where’s the love in that? Forget certainty–Image

I’ll take the journey any day!Song of the day  Pink: TRY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fdHCec23BKE



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