When the Coach Learns a Lesson…
Tuesday, April 15th, 2008As I’ve written a few times, my youngest son, Derek, is a pretty good high jumper. Fortunately for me, I’ve been able to help him along his path for the last couple of years and like any father I like to help him with the things that you can only know if you’ve done something yourself. I’ve tried to teach him when to warm up, when to stretch, what height to come in the competition at, how to keep warm between jumps, etc., etc., etc. It’s been fun for us, but I know he rolls his eyes at me a lot (don’t all teenagers?).
When I jumped in both high school and college I was that lone guy wandering around the infield talking to myself (everyone knows high jumpers are flaky…), listening to music with full sweats and a stocking hat on, even if it was 90 degrees out. I had my routine before I jumped, I had my superstitions, I had my music… Bottom line was that I was weird, there’s no denying it. But, in my defense, it worked for me. So, here I am trying to get my son to follow along with some of the things I believe are good, warming up, staying focused, keeping loose, etc. Today, pretty much all my thoughts on what should work for him got thrown out the window and I learned something pretty important, to let the kid be himself and enjoy the ride.
Once again they started the high jump competition as the 4×400 relay was just finishing. If you’ve been to any high school track meet you know that this means that the meet is basically over. Because of this, the entire team was in the infield, standing next to the high jump pit (it was the only thing going on). I was in a semi-panic as his friends were standing right next to him talking to him as he was standing ready to jump. I keep mumbling that someone needed to get them away, let him focus, stop talking to him… As he cleared height after height I could see the interaction between the group get more animated and he seemed more and more relaxed with each jump (I on the other hand got more and more tense). When he cleared 6′, which was a new personal record, he calmly jumped out the of the pit, jogged back to his friends to a mob of high-fives, chest bumps and screams (there were a few girls there too). To see the look on his face and the way his teammates carried on you’d have thought he just won the state meet, but his jumping parter, Sean Lease, cleared 6′2″ to win the competition. Yeah, that 6′ mark is a big one for a high jumper, but as far as I’m concerned it wasn’t the most important thing that came out of that meet. Derek took the next step in his career as a jumper and it was really fun to see his teammates make a big deal out of it for him. Derek’s coach (yeah, that would be me) took an even bigger step as a coach today by learning that we need to let our athletes be themselves and not carbon copies of what we think works. Every athlete is different, every athlete has to find their own style and way of doing things and when it all comes together, big things happen. I’m just glad I was there to see it…