2014 Big Dig - My last Open-level tournament win. My arm was hanging by a thread at this point, but I always seemed to play my best when I was having fun.
Every Thursday, Coach Bryan will be writing a recurring piece detailing his journey to getting back in shape/training to be the best beach player he can be. You can read the last excerpt
here.
It's been a crazy week.
Friday my Aunt Melissa passed away. I received a text message informing me at noon - the exact time I was set to go live for our first #FilmFridays session (reminder that I'll be live again tomorrow at noon for episode 2!).
Melissa is the first family member I've lost from the generation directly before mine (I realize how lucky I am to say that at 36), and a reminder that time is passing me by. I did cancel my Friday evening lesson as I was feeling pretty numb, then worked 24 hours combined on Saturday/Sunday. I really hadn't had much time to process everything going on.
Monday evening I had to coach, and my advanced juniors/adult group wanted to work on reception of tough serves. I hadn't planned on that, but gave what I had that night. 45 minutes of aggressive float/jump serves, and mid-way through as my arm is starting to get achy I'm already thinking of getting a sub for Tuesday's KOB. Then we scrimmaged for an hour, and while I wasn't hitting aggressively I was playing defense/transitioning fast.
I woke up Tuesday and my body felt ROUGH. I have not gone back-to-back days successfully in lord knows how long. But it was really the first moment I was able to take a breath in 96 hours. And when I did, I had the feeling:
Mentally, I need this.
Before I started my own business, volleyball was simply my passion. I played because I loved the game. It was always a great stress reliever. It's admittedly been a challenge to feel that way since I've made running facilities my full-time gig. I've wanted to want to play more than I actually wanted to play, if that makes sense. Kind of like someone that works at an ice cream shop: When you're around it all day, at some point you don't want to eat all that often.
But with everything going on in my life, that desire to just go on the court and ball for 2 hours rushed back to me. Didn't care if I went 0-6, I wanted to just let loose for two hours and I'd accept whatever the results were. Avoid injury and just be with the boys.
First game of the night was a bit bumpy, losing 18-21. I never like losing, but it didn't sit with me all that long: I knew I had better ball in me.
I made plenty of mistakes - but none of them weighed me down the way they did the week before. My body was tight but I felt so... loose. My defense flowed - I felt very at ease/patient, and I felt I was initiating better footwork, allowing myself to get to balls I had stabbed at to no avail the week before. I felt my transition was extremely smooth - we talked about spacing last week, and I really think it's been the saving grace given I'm the least athletic of the eight guys on a weekly basis. I had my share of missed serves, but as a whole I felt I was moving the opponents quite a bit, disrupting their offense and giving my partner and I ample opportunities to capitalize.
I know a very select few players that can truly play better high-level ball when they're angry/emotional. If I ever had that gear in me, that has changed dramatically as my physicality has deteriorated. As a whole, this game is so cerebral, and the previous week, I felt my physical issues completely compromised my ability to process my play in the moment. It's hard to strategize when you're distracted by everything that feels wrong.
Luckily, none of that was a problem this time around.
There was one close game in particular where both teams were making some pretty bad unforced errors going into the final stretch of play - including some of my worst plays of the night.
But I had a confidence in the outcome that I had felt plenty of times during my competitive days. I could feel the bad plays the other team made sitting with them - and mine were just rolling off of me. Because while it can be hard to remember in the moment,
one bad play only equals one point for the other team - unless we carry that negative energy to the next play and disrupt our focus at the task at hand.
Sure enough, despite those errors by me, we came out victorious. Didn't drop a game the rest of the night, and for the fifth time in eight weeks, I walked off the court in the top spot.
If you asked me to give you my favorite quote as a player/coach, it'd be hard to pick just one. Perhaps it would be
John Wooden's definition of success. But in that top tier would be a simple statement Ed Rateledge shared with me in 2017:
"Expectations are the thief of joy".
The previous week, I was struggling early, really feeling how my body felt like crap, recognizing the results were not what I knew I was capable of achieving, and dwelling on that the majority of the night: The film doesn't lie and you can hear me just dialed in on the glass being half-empty that night. This week? My body easily felt worse. But I just
let go. I didn't even fret about wins and losses, good or bad play, or anything results-based. I let go of all expectations
and just played for the love of the game. And sure enough, I truly felt like I couldn't have played better with what I had that night.
It was great for two hours to just be an oversized kid playing a game I love.
I've already decided I'll be taking next week off - but I still plan on live-streaming and commentating. I'm going to try to get footage from both courts and provide coaching commentary with a side of playful banter with the guys.
Sometimes, the best thing we can do for our game is
remember it's just a game. That doesn't mean not competing hard: It just means not making such a big deal out of when it's not going our way. Not only will we play better, but we'll have more fun in the process.
One last thing, more important than anything volleyball-related. I have always been notoriously bad for thanking family members for cards/gifts/etc. Arguably one of my worst habits. For whatever reason, I snapped out of that and messaged my aunt this December after her Christmas card arrived. I thanked her for the card, as well as the overall role she played in my life. It was exactly what I would have wanted to say had I been able to have one last chat with her.
If you ever get the urge to tell someone you love how you feel, just do it. You won't regret it.
Hopefully I see some of you tomorrow on the Twitch stream (I may try to multi-stream it to Facebook too - not sure if I'll pull it off but I'll share on social media).
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