|Coach Steve Cain|
As I get back out on the road for a five week hard run I get this quiet time to reflect on what and who has been important to me in my life. It helps me to prepare and focus on my keynotes plus it gives me peace of mind.
There’s those people who come and go into your life and then there are those who have had a profound impact on your life and they probably don’t even know it. I met “Coach” when I was 15 years old, almost 40 years ago (okay you do the math). I didn’t even know he had a last name because he was “Coach” to me. He has no idea that I’m even writing this so I may be running a couple extra laps or doing some extra pushups once I post this blog.
To me he was this giant of a man who knew how to play football and had an incredible amount of knowledge on the game, technique, strategy and how to become the best player you could possibly be. What I didn’t realize until much later in life is that he gave me a gift far greater than being an athlete. All the things he taught me about the game were important at that time but now reflecting back on it, he was teaching me about how to live life. I think that’s what I appreciate the most.
Sure I was a smart ass, I was 15, and how the hell he ever put up with me I don’t know. I do know that he is one of the few people I’ve come across through my journey that I remember what he taught me. Dedication, determination, perseverance, resiliency and loyalty. To be gracious in victory and humble in defeat, which neither one of us liked and fortunately it didn’t happen too often.
Most importantly he taught me how to get up when I was knocked on my butt. That was the lesson I needed most in my life. “Coach” used to run this drill called “Bull in the ring” where everyone is circled around you, you are placed in the middle and then he would call out a player’s name and they would rush into the middle for mortal combat (so I thought at the time) and eventually when you were in the middle of the ring and so many names were called out for you to battle with, you eventually tired out and would end up on your butt (I did anyways).