This week in the Runner’s Lounge we are Saluting Dad! While mine does run here and there, he had a different influence on my love for sports and activity…..
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It didn’t take long for the nick-name to kick in, and it didn’t take long for him to embrace it!
Captain Ron.
I just suck with “Dad”; sometimes I yelled “Coach!” if I really wanted his attention.
He started coaching my soccer team after I had been in the sport a few years. Our practices were often held at the park across from his office. He would walk over, hang out with us for about an hour or so, and go right back to work before coming home for the night. Rarely did he miss a practice or a game, involved in every aspect of this extra activity on his plate. We had bags of cones, extra soccer balls, goal nets, stop watches, etc hanging out in our garage. He bought books full of drills, plays, formations, and rules. Was he an expert in the game? Nope! Did he learn quickly? Of course. To take it up a notch, he was certified as a Referee.
On top of all that, our team was pretty goood, if I do say so myself.We won a few tournaments in our days, and we All went on to play competitively and in high school. Yes, he definitely did something right.
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There were a few times when his double-role worked against me; I got in trouble for talking all the time. I got stuck in Goalie when I really wanted to be on defense. I knew what drills were ahead at practice, and couldn’t say “But Daaaad”.
There were many More times when I felt so proud that he was out there with us all the time.
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Many theories tell us that parental support makes a big difference in whether or not kids want to/do play sports, whether or not they stay active, and whether or not they are at risk for obesity. My Dad works a lot, but he still found a way to be very involved and supportive. Every girl from that team still calls him Captain Ron; and he still has our team pictures up in his office (along with a few plastic trophies that we so proudly won). I know that I learned (still learn) a Lot from him; I stuck with the sport, and I loved every minute of it. Looking back now, I feel so lucky to have had that experience and time with him. Looking forward now, I would love to coach young kids in soccer. Maybe he’d even send me all those supplies that I know are still sitting in our garage.
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Thank You, Dad.
This week in the Runner’s Lounge we are Saluting Dad! While mine does run here and there, he had a different influence on my love for sports and activity…..
*******
It didn’t take long for the nick-name to kick in, and it didn’t take long for him to embrace it!
Captain Ron.
I just suck with “Dad”; sometimes I yelled “Coach!” if I really wanted his attention.
He started coaching my soccer team after I had been in the sport a few years. Our practices were often held at the park across from his office. He would walk over, hang out with us for about an hour or so, and go right back to work before coming home for the night. Rarely did he miss a practice or a game, involved in every aspect of this extra activity on his plate. We had bags of cones, extra soccer balls, goal nets, stop watches, etc hanging out in our garage. He bought books full of drills, plays, formations, and rules. Was he an expert in the game? Nope! Did he learn quickly? Of course. To take it up a notch, he was certified as a Referee.
On top of all that, our team was pretty goood, if I do say so myself.We won a few tournaments in our days, and we All went on to play competitively and in high school. Yes, he definitely did something right.
*******
There were a few times when his double-role worked against me; I got in trouble for talking all the time. I got stuck in Goalie when I really wanted to be on defense. I knew what drills were ahead at practice, and couldn’t say “But Daaaad”.
There were many More times when I felt so proud that he was out there with us all the time.
******
Many theories tell us that parental support makes a big difference in whether or not kids want to/do play sports, whether or not they stay active, and whether or not they are at risk for obesity. My Dad works a lot, but he still found a way to be very involved and supportive. Every girl from that team still calls him Captain Ron; and he still has our team pictures up in his office (along with a few plastic trophies that we so proudly won). I know that I learned (still learn) a Lot from him; I stuck with the sport, and I loved every minute of it. Looking back now, I feel so lucky to have had that experience and time with him. Looking forward now, I would love to coach young kids in soccer. Maybe he’d even send me all those supplies that I know are still sitting in our garage.
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Thank You, Dad.