One of my favorite coaches of all time was the hardest on me.
Isn’t that true for most of us?
She was the one that sat me down and told me my freshman year that I wasn’t cutting it, I looked distracted in workouts and needed to step it up.
She was the one that sat me down and had the real talk real talk of making sure I wasn’t getting too boy crazy in college and keeping my eye on the ball so to speak.
She was the one that would look me straight in the eye and tell me to get my mind right and start competing.
I would have run through a freaking brick wall for this woman. I still will. (It’s Katie Abrahamson-Henderson at UCF by the way). I knew in my soul that she believed in me. I knew that she pushed me hard BECAUSE she cared. And when she was hard on me or disappointed, it hurt, but it motivated me to push to another level.
I love her to my core but not because she was NICE all the time; her positivity was in holding me to a high standard.