At all costs

As I write this post, I’m sitting on what was probably once a nice leather couch. But after years of providing seating for big, sweaty athletes, there’s more duct tape visible than leather. That’s okay. This facility was not designed for comfort, it was designed to train athletes. The couch is just outside the room reserved for what they call speed and agility training. There’s another one just down the hall outside the weight room. I spend five evenings a week sitting on one of these couches, watching my son being pushed beyond the boundaries of what’s expected as a freshman offensive lineman. It’s been a good investment. In the two months since his initial training session here at Next Level Athletics, he’s lost some baby fat around his middle, gained 12 pounds and is stronger and faster than ever before.

He’s been more devoted to this program than I expected. With the exception of a few days off due to illness and a couple of days off for Christmas and New Years, we’ve been here for two days of speed and agility training and three days of weight training every week. This is all in addition to the off-season training he does at school. My son is a big fan of the weight training, probably due in no small part to the attention he’s received for his newly bulging chest and biceps.

The speed and agility training? Not so much.

I wouldn’t say he hates it, but it’s hard, grueling, sometimes vomit-inducing work. (That’s just weakness leaving the body, as one of the coaches might say. Yeah, it’s pretty hard core.) The results of which aren’t readily apparent. Those results will be seen on the football field. In the mind of a 15 year old, delayed gratification isn’t high on the list of priorities.

Yesterday he begged off Day One of speed training. I grudgingly allowed him to skip it with the understanding that he would not miss today’s training session for any reason. So when he called me today from school and casually mentioned they did speed training during athletics, I was already preparing myself to hear his argument against going tonight.

As expected, he tried to get out of it. He even went so far as to find an old text from me stating that I was going to talk to Coach Rey (the owner of Next Level Athletics) about adjusting his workout schedule so he wouldn’t be doing speed training at NLA on the same days as he did it at school. Did I mention he’s also on the debate team?

But I wasn’t having any of that. My decision had nothing to do with the actual workout. He didn’t need another speed training session. What he did need was to understand that when you give someone your word that you’re going to do something, you do it. He needs to know that you don’t let your mouth write checks that your actions can’t cover.

He’s sweating pretty heavily right now. He’s grimaced more than once. One of the kids in his training group keeps knocking over the step hurdles. Every hurdle knocked over equates to 20 push ups for everyone. They’re up to about 100 so far. I just smiled at him. He didn’t smile back. But when walks out of here, he won’t regret that he came. He never does. He’s beginning to understand that most things worth having don’t come cheap. He’ll understand this concept more when he suits up for spring football. He will have earned his position on that field–paid for with long hours in the gym, dedication, sweat and no small amount of pain.

I don’t know if my son will play football after high school. The odds aren’t in his favor. The percentage of high school players who go on to play in college is around 6%. Of that 6% that manage to play in college, only 1% will get drafted by the NFL.

There are ways to increase your odds. I’ve heard stories of kids my son’s age and younger using steroids and other performance enhancing drugs in order to tip the scales in their favor. Some may go on to great careers and lives of luxury and influence. They will be heralded as heroes and role models.

Much like Lance Armstrong,

who might have been a cycling phenomenon without cheating, without bullying, without threatening and suing those who dare question his integrity and generally being a gigantic asshole.

He could have been remembered as a legendary cyclist, philanthropist, survivor and role model.

Lance Armstrong pictured with the jerseys he wore in his seven Tour de France victories, all of which he obtained by cheating.

Instead he discovered that winning at all costs might very well cost you everything.

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7 Responses to “At all costs”

  1. SimplyDarlene January 17, 2013 at 11:48 pm #

    Miss Kathy, this is one of my favorite pieces of yours. Ever.

    Back in my college daze I was a student athletic trainer and I got to witness some extreme athletic hoopla. Dan O’Brien, gold medal decathlete in 1996, was one of the athletes I got to work with. Lucky me, I got to tape his ankles before he strutted ’round and ’round for his workout… his feet were just as gross and smelled just as bad as everyone else’s. That was a defining moment for me. Seriously.

    On the flip-side, the quarterback was outstanding, but he didn’t go on to fame; however, I did run into him at a youth soccer coaches meeting a few years back (years and miles and miles from college). He remembered my name, my husband, and what I had studied in college. He was one of the good guys because of his athleticism on the field AND because of his treatment of other whilst off the field.

    Anyway, thanks for the sweaty trip down locker lane.


    • jake January 18, 2013 at 7:23 am #

      “…who might have been a cycling phenomenon without cheating, without bullying, without threatening and suing those who dare question his integrity and generally being a gigantic asshole.”

      I love that you’re making your son go through this and I’m glad that Armstrong’s cheating was found out, so kids like Cameron can see what happens to people who don’t play by the rules.

  2. Ricky Anderson January 18, 2013 at 8:26 am #

    “He needs to know that you don’t let your mouth write checks that your actions can’t cover.”


  3. punkinmama January 18, 2013 at 11:16 am #

    This was a great read! Your son is lucky to have you as his mom!

    • katdish January 18, 2013 at 12:13 pm #

      Thank you. I’ll pass that along to my son. He’ll probably appreciate hearing that from someone other than me. Snort!

  4. floyd January 18, 2013 at 6:43 pm #

    Ooooooh. Good one! I love to get drilled right in the middle of my face with a good ending, especially when making a point about character. Nicely done.

    Good for you for making your son be a young man of his word. If we don’t teach our children to show respect, how will they ever learn self respect? It boggles the brain how society can’t grasp that!

    Just yesterday my youngest had to stay late to finish a project and was really late for lacrosse practice, “It’s almost over and I have so much homework, besides a lot of the girls aren’t going to be there today.” I guess you can guess my answer, “You’re going.”

  5. Melissa from the Blue House January 19, 2013 at 6:26 pm #

    How disappointing about Lance. Gah.

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