I love having conversations with my coach over here. He’s around the same age as my dad and for some reason that generation loves to talk (and talk and talk some more). I’m not complaining! It’s very entertaining as well as very informative! The stories range from Serbian mafia to different president/player relationships he has had to deal with in the past.
The most recent conversation that we had was about the history of volleyball. When he played, there were a lot more rules than that of today. He was a setter and he talked about all of the famous players he’s gotten to play with and against. We actually ended up talking about Karch (he pronounced his last name as if he was speaking Hungarian and if he hadn’t of said “Karch,” I’m not sure I would’ve known who Keer-a-lee was) and how he was the most selfless and best all-around player he’s ever played against. Coach told me stories of when they were playing against each other in Italy and how he made just one mistake the entire match! I laughed and said that there aren’t any players this day in age who are anywhere close to being like him. And I believe that wholeheartedly. Realistically, there won’t be another player for a long time to even come close in comparison with Karch.
However, with all of that being said, what has happened to the all-around players? Has the game evolved that dramatically? Players who had everything: the ball control to be an outside, the strength and power to be an opposite, the intelligence to be a setter, (the cardio to be a middle)…in a world of specialization, have we managed to get players to underperform? Have we created rules to make the game easier to understand or to make the game uglier? With the increase in athleticism over the years, have we covered up their true potential with the increase of substitutions?
For all of the lovely coaches around the globe reading this, I would be honored if you would answer this simple question: Do you think that the game of volleyball has improved/progressed and why? (ok that’s two questions). If you need the definition of progression, it is a movement or development toward a destination or a more advanced state. I know the sport has changed, that’s obvious, but has it gotten better? Anyone can point out a problem (if there even is a problem)…that’s not my goal here. I want to know what people are thinking. Consider this a research project that a future coach (me) is conducting that could possibly help to grow the sport that we love. Any and all comments, concerns, and suggestions are welcomed! Leave them below or email me your thoughts at firstname.lastname@example.org. Please share this with any of your coaching friends! Thank you 🙂
So like my sister, I too have made a wonderful list compiling the exciting things I have learned in 2014. This was a year of more ups than downs with crazy opportunities and great people; it’s all in the process of growing up right?
The world is big and way cooler than I expected.
I am passionately in love with traveling. It has taught me so many things about so many things. I’ve tried foods that I never thought I would ever eat, I’ve befriended people whom I never thought I would even be in the same room with, and I’ve seen places that have more history than little baby America x4. I’ve been out of my comfort zone more than a few times! There are so many other places that are calling my name…I’m honestly just getting started.
Let God in.
I grew up in a Christian, church every Sunday type of family. I was in the choir, helped with the younger kids, and of course was in youth group. I went to college and that changed a bit. I didn’t go to church but a couple times a year (if a couple) and was okay with it. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe in God anymore, it was just a brief hiatus of not really thinking about him much. I prayed occasionally, like when things were going “wrong” in my life but not any other time. Soon after I graduated, Sweden came up to me and smacked me in the face with a great opportunity. Was I ready to move to the arctic circle leaving my family, language, bacon, and small amount of wonderful friends behind? No. But I did it. The beginning of January this year, I decided I was going to start praying for everything. Everything that I was proud of, happy for, appreciated, scared of, the people around me, their health, my health, just everything! I talk to God on a regular basis and it is the best decision I’ve made. It’s attracted me towards a lot of great people and brought me even closer to my favorite people. Luckily He’s everywhere so I don’t have to worry about time zones differences.
Driving is therapeutic.
I reeeeeeeally enjoy driving. I have this adorable little maroon Mazda (that’s a stick shift because I have a short attention span) that gets excellent gas mileage. In the wonderful year of 2014, I was only in the United States for three full months…and drove over 3,000 miles. I sure do miss driving here in Greece. I haven’t driven since August!! I love driving with the windows rolled down and the feeling of the wind mazing through my blonde arm hairs (yes, I’m pretending I’m tan). I love putting my ipod on shuffle and SCREAMING, I mean singing, every word to every song. You’re alone with your thoughts, thinking about new volleyball drills or calling friends that you haven’t talked to in a long time…it’s so nice to be there on the road.
Thinking negatively is seriously the worst idea anyone could have. I don’t think I even have to explain this one, but I will anyways. Whether it’s jealousy (um hello- he picked YOU, not her) or feeling sorry for yourself because you just got out of the hospital and can’t play and nothing is going right (spoiler alert: you get better!) or the horrible emotion of DOUBT (am I even a good volleyball player? Why is God doing this? How am I preparing for my future?)…all negative, all bad. It makes you feel like crap! I remember my new year’s resolution a few years ago was to think positively and to surround myself with good people who were also happy people (I’ve really tried my best to make that resolution more of a life habit). Sure, things happen in life that are sad BUT there is always a silver lining. The burden of negative thoughts can overtake you quickly and unknowingly and before you know it, you’ve eaten two chocolate bars and Taylor Swift’s second album is on repeat. It’s not always easy to find the positive out of unfortunate situations but there’s always something there waiting to make you smile…you just gotta search for it.
My sister is actually a superhero. My sister is an awesome mom. She’s a good cook (which means she can read). She’s good at being protected from the bad guys in the kitchen. She’s good at driving people around everywhere. She’s good at teaching her kids and other kids numbers and letters and song lyrics. She’s good at being social with working out, bible studies at church, and selling make up with really great hand creams (satin hands- ask her about it and get it). She’s really good at watching Frozen. Umm…she does EVERYTHING which can only mean one thing: she’s a super hero. That’s actually the only explanation. I know one day I’m going to be a really cool and great mom but I just pray I’m half the supermom she is.
Gatwick airport is the worst airport in the world along with their passport control staff (slight exaggeration with the passport staff).
From being strip searched to being asked if I was a prostitute (both very long stories)…I really dislike this airport. Maybe they’re still bitter about the Revolutionary War and they take it out on American travelers, who knows? I’ve never gotten out of passport control in under an hour and I don’t want to talk about it. Gatwick, you suck and I hate that cheap flights fly in and out of your airport.
Long distance relationships are work:
I bet you’re thinking about the long distance relationship I have with my rockstar of a boyfriend but truthfully, EVERY relationship takes work when you live time zones apart. Examples:
a) I’m not physically there to watch my nephews grow up and it kills me. I get sloppy kisses on a phone screen (and dropped multiple times) which unfortunately, isn’t the same as REAL sloppy kisses. Asking them their favorite things and about their days are just better when I am physically there to give them a high fives and cuddles.
b) My two best friends, including my sister, live in Richmond. One of them works from 9-5 and when she gets a chance to call me after work, I’m usually already asleep. I have to wait half of my day for my sister and the boys to wake up…just so she can eat bacon in front of me.
c) When you go from seeing your friends and teammates every day in college and now they’re all over the United States, it takes a lot of organizing and sometimes sacrificing some sleep to be able to talk to them. Also – you find out who your real friends are. People who contact YOU; the people who are genuinely interested in how you’re doing and what’s going on in your life. Sometimes, it’s not the people who you expect and you realize that it’s ok.
d) Being in a long distance relationship with my boyfriend magnifies everything; fights are more complicated when you can’t physically be with them to talk it out, smiles are bigger when you talk to them, emails with “thinking of you” songs in them mean more, days are shorter when you’re with them, butterflies are just as strong as a high school dance when you see them at an airport, “see ya laters” suck even more when you don’t have another set date to see them next….a LOT of missing them takes place. Missing him so much it hurts – yeah I’ve actually felt that and I don’t like it at all. Lots of communication, trust, and appreciation are just some of the most important ingredients in the LD recipe.
It sucks big time and I’m sure you wondering why in the world I put myself through it? Why move away from home? Why have a relationship with someone who lives in another country? Well folks, that’s an excellent question but let me say this: DISTANCE is TEMPORARY. I’m young and I’m living my dream. I know God did not put me here on Earth to stay in one place. This technology we have makes us literally the luckiest humans in history…family and friends are a click away!! And you know what? Even if I had to send snail mail every day…I’d still do it because I like this guy that much (sorry for the PDA, Clay).
Travelling is awesome. Travelling with someone you love is even better.
I’ve already expressed my love for traveling but the only thing BETTER is traveling with a really special someone. I’ve done a polar plunge in the Baltic Sea with my best friend and her boyfriend. I went and saw a concert at the bottom of a small, sweaty, and sold out bar in Denmark with my sister and cousin (thanks for sticking together so we could see you, Sick Puppies). I got lost with my parents in the second biggest city in Sweden and oh yeah, we broke some laws. I had an old teammate who was playing volleyball in France come see me on her weekend off! I traveled allllllllllll over Scotland with my Swedish sister and fed Nessy some chocolate muffins. I’ve drank beer in underrated Brussels, eaten pizza in the non-touristy part of Rome, and hiked mountains in magical Norway with the man who makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Sharing moments with loved ones are one of those things where you don’t realize how great it is until after you experience it. Actually that’s a lie; you know they’re great right when you start your adventure with them.
Writing down your goals actually works. Everyone has heard it’s statistically proven that people who write their goals down achieve them at a higher probability than those who do not write them down. Through sport psych classes and many mentors, I’ve heard it more than a couple times. When it comes to writing down my goals I would start them and then stop early because of [insert lame reason here]. When I got to Greece, I told myself I was going to do it this time and do it right. My first month, I wanted to keep myself busy outside of volleyball. I set up a 21 day challenge (it takes 21 days to make something a habit) and within those three weeks, I had cooked a dozen different healthy meals (thanks pinterest), been social outside of practice (tougher than it seems living in a village), I had finished three books (Bob Goff is the man), and I started a blog. Of course JUST writing goals down doesn’t do anything unless you act on it and set mini daily goals for yourself. Writing them down and seeing what I wanted on paper made it into a reality (I also had a great teacher). Write down your goals people and don’t just chase them…hunt them down. Make them realistic and challenging! Do it for you! It’s a life changer…(let me know if you’re interested in the methods I use).
Home is where the biggest piece of your heart is. There’s this quote that says, “I have left my heart in so many places” and I believe I actually have done just that. My heart is currently living in numerous countries and hundreds of cities. I could travel all around the world but there would still be one place that is home. Home is smelling mom’s fresh lasagna cooking in the oven when walking in the door. Home is my dad playing the air guitar when no one is watching and killing the solo. Home is having your leg broken by the dog’s tail because he is so excited to see you. Home is the constant sneezing because of the stupid cat. Home is having an actual fire in the fire place. Home is holding up a four year old so he can shoot a basketball in the same hoop his mommy and I used to shoot into. Home is a toddler cutting the grass with plastic push mower. Home is hearing “Kris” or “Punkadoodle” or “sis” or “Kwistin” or “Little Sh*t” echo throughout the house. No matter where I’ve been or where I’m headed, the biggest part of my heart will always be off the main road, second driveway to the left with the red door and flaming mailbox.
I hope everyone has a great and safe New Year’s wherever you are. I’m going to be chilling in Greece (if I leave, I can’t come back for another few months) and living that dream!!! Cheers to more lessons learned, less complaining, being more appreciative, living it up in 2015!
After our weight session today, my coach and I were talking about how productive our afternoon team practice was yesterday. Even though yesterday was physically exhausting for me (setting over 1,000 balls in our morning technique practice…feeling like I’m at a Sports Performance camp), the evening practice showed how much we, the girls who participated in the morning practice, had learned and we were actually doing things very well. When coach says there is a morning practice and only a handful of girls show up, you can imagine my surprise. We had both setters there, all three middles, and one outside. That’s it; six girls showed up to practice. I say “that’s it” in kind of a negative voice because it was very frustrating to be there with only half of our team when there’s so much to work on and improve. Of course half of the team is under 18 years old, so a few had school lessons and a couple had big girl jobs to go to. However, it’s very tough for me to think differently about this subject because for as long as I can remember, all throughout my 23 years of living, I’ve made volleyball a priority. Partially because it was the one thing I loved more than donuts and my late cat (may he rest in peace), Goober. Ok, it’s probably like a three way tie. Another reason was because it’s a team sport and that’s where all of my friends were (didn’t have many school friends…because of volleyball). I loved working hard and competing. When people would miss tournaments because of prom, I would always ask why? Just like last year in Sweden, we had some girls not show up for practice because they had to study…when they had all day to study. Or in college when people would want to go home during the summer for a whole month when everyone knew that’s what set us apart from the rest of the country: commitment. I just never understood it because that’s how I’m wired. If you want to get better, you have to put in the time. And it can’t just be one person…the time must be put in together as a team. That is the only way you will improve.
For the past four weeks, we have been practicing a lot of individual training, basic technique drills and conditioning (and I mean a lot of conditioning). When you have such a young team, it’s kind of essential for these things to happen in the beginning. It’s also taken some time to adjust to everyone on the team because let’s be honest…there isn’t one team in the world who didn’t graduate someone, transfer anyone, or gain a player to their team. There’s not one team that’s the same from the previous year and my team was not used to anyone. I mean if you come to our practice you’ll hear Greek, Serbian, English, Portuguese and Engleekerbinese…also known as broken English. I get it though. We need time to become a team. However with some girls not showing up to practices and our first match in a couple weeks, some things need to change.
Now knowing, and thanking The Lord, that there are not many people in this world like me, I need to step back. First off, I need to respect their decisions because people have different priorities. I’m here for my job (gosh that’s so cool to say). Secondly, I am faced with two choices: not worry about it and just go on with the slower progress, or figure out a solution. Since I’m not one to just sit back and let things happen, it’s time to go back to the drawing board and create some opportunities where my teammates and I can get more repetitions and get better. A little adversity never really hurt anyone, right? Gotta keep finding ways to continue living that dream.