country hamstring wrote:
We had a football coach for XC in high school. He was pretty good -- at the beginning of school, he told us to stay out of trouble or get our asses beat (this was the deep south, so he did mean it literally), and went off to football practice. He got us to meets and we did our thing.
Similar situation. Freshman and sophomore years of high school had a coach who was a runner but a terrible coach. We did basically no mileage. The coach thought we were all there to have fun. Thought that making us work would burn us out mentally. Neglected the fact that there were several very competitive kids on the cross country team. That coach leaves and the next year they scramble to find a coach. The men's lacrosse coach volunteers. The guy was a legendary athlete way back when and the lacrosse team was a perennial contender for the state title. The first thing he did to make us better as an overall team was get every lacrosse player who was not playing football or soccer to come out for the XC team, which added 3 guys to our varsity team off the bat. The next thing he did was coach us with the same intensity he coached the lacrosse team. He held voluntary morning practices three days a week, and suddenly, the 5-6 competitive guys who were on the previously bad team felt like we had a coach who wanted to win.
This coach really didn't do anything special besides read a book or two about running. The belief that stuck with him was that if you want to get faster, you just gotta run more. Had a lot of us top guys up around 70 miles a week, but also had a keen sense of where we were at mentally and physically at all times. Could sense when a guy needed to be held back or pushed harder. The speed work we did was not very original, but I think it worked for high schoolers. Every Tuesday we ran 8x800 and every Thursday we did a 5 mile tempo. By the end of the year we had 10 guys running sub-17 and had a great postseason, falling just short of a state championship. Some people just have coaching in their blood.
Also that coach was just a generally great guy. Like I said he had a keen sense for where his athletes were at. If you broke up with your girlfriend and were in a rut, he'd call you down to his office and just shoot the sh*t with you for half an hour. At our school, the football and lacrosse teams were the popular guys, but he took a group of mostly misfits and gave us something to work toward and he was supportive of us in all ways. We had a 5 way duel meet at home one night in the spring and he had the lacrosse team stick around after their practice to support the track team. The two mile was last and three of us from the XC team were in it. By that time, you'd expect the lacrosse team to be disinterested, but when the three of us broke away the lax bros were hooting and hollering for us. It was awesome.
The guy was the perfect coach in every way. My dream school was a real reach for me academically, and although my times were good, I was really borderline. My coach had a few connections there after sending a lax player or two their way and called me into his office one day in early spring. "I heard you want to go to X school. Are you gonna get in?" "I don't know if my grades will cut it. The coach wants me there but not enough to get me in." "If you get in are you going to maintain a 3.0 gpa?" "I don't know." "If you can promise me you'll maintain a 3.0, run with the team all 4 years, and stay out of trouble, you'll have your acceptance within the month." I was blown away.
Whoops. Just realized this was supposed to be a thread about the worst coaches. I had the best coach.