My journey to becoming a running coach
December 2, 2015
A few years ago, I was encouraged to do a one day course to become a Leader in Running Fitness. This was the start of my journey to becoming a running coach. I wasn’t sure whether it was right for me, but I figured that it would teach me a little more about myself as a runner. Hopefully, I would help a few people on their running journey.
I was a Run Leader for my running club for quite some time. Helping other people was enjoyable, but I was aware that I was out of my depth. I had never been to any running sessions led by a coach. My running sessions were mainly runs of a set duration. I had never been formally taught any drills or anything about running technique. The first step for me was to go along to Run Camp, where I learn a lot. I then decided that I wanted to develop my skills, so in June 2013, I did the first two days of a course to become a Coach in Running Fitness.
The course and coaching diary
The course lasted for three days. Then a coaching diary needed to be completed before an assessment day could be completed. The whole process was supposed to take no more than two years… but it wasn’t that straightforward.
The scheduled date for Day Three of the course was when Stuart and I had already booked to go to Thunder Run. This meant we had to book to go on another course in Watford. This put the schedule back by a few months.
We then had to complete the coaching diary. This necessitated working with one athlete in particular and coaching an eight-week programme for a group of athletes. I tried to fit it into LRR sessions, but it just became too complicated. Consequently, I spoke to Rob, a friend and qualified coach. I asked whether he would give up some of his free time to supervise my sessions. Fortunately, Rob agreed, so it was a chance for me to get back on track.
I then needed to find some
victims willing volunteers, who could give up 8 consecutive weeks. I have a lot of friends who are keen runners, but most of them have a wide variety of other commitments. They knew they could not turn up every week. Thankfully, some friends did agree and I am very grateful to them (Loraine, Donna, Jules, Andy, Jo and Kirsty). I am particularly indebted to Kim who agreed that she would be the main focus of my sessions. Without Kim’s commitment, everything would have fallen apart.
I planned all of my sessions. Then each week I would arrive early to explain my session plan to Rob and tweak it if necessary. This was down to factors such as knowing that a participant was stuck in traffic or had some injury, or the weather conditions, or simply finding that another group was training in the area where I had intended to run my activity. (There are not many outdoor spaces in Southampton that are suitable for training. There are quite a few running clubs and groups as well as personal trainers and fitness clubs all vying to use the same areas).
The participants would then arrive and I’d do my best to lead the session, before gathering feedback from the runners. They had a tendency to be kind. I made it clear to them that it was more helpful for me if they were brutally honest about areas where they thought I could improve. I also let them know the specific areas that I was trying to work on, such as ‘giving instructions’ or ‘silent demonstrations’.
Afterwards, Rob, Kim and I would adjourn to the nearby pub with my husband, Stuart. This provided us with a warm and comfortable location where I could go through my session plan again with Rob. I was able to reflect on what had gone well and areas that I would change if I were to do the session again. Also, the relaxed and informal atmosphere meant that we had some really lively coaching discussions as Kim is also a Run Leader (and Rob’s wife) and Stu was a trainee coach.
Writing my coaching diary
The next part of my coaching journey was the longest and hardest part for me. I took really detailed notes on all of our discussions, but I had to type them up into my coaching diary. Regular readers will know that brevity is not my forte and I found this part really challenging. In the end, I got lazy and didn’t type everything up immediately.
Then life got in the way. My coaching diary ended up under the coffee table with more and more of the detritus of everyday life piled on top of it.
I lost the motivation I had and my coaching journey almost ended there.
The final push towards becoming a running coach
Then, many months later, I saw an email reminder that coaching diaries had to be completed by the end of July 2015.
I set to work (and nagged Stuart to complete his as well). It was a painstaking process. Not only did I have to fill in my initial reflections, but I also had to ensure that I met the required criteria. I spent quite a few evenings typing away. Eventually, I dedicated an entire weekend to filling it in.
When I sent my coaching diary off, I was fully aware that most people’s diaries do not pass the first time. Changes are usually required. I wasn’t certain that I had met the expectations, but as a qualified teacher, I knew that I had used clear and concise English (unlike on this blog. Sorry!)
How did I do?
A few weeks later, I received an email. My coaching diary had passed with no amendments required. Yippee!
Booking onto an assessment day
The next hurdle was booking onto an assessment day. When I submitted my diary, I knew that there was an assessment coming up. It would be in November and would be under 25 minutes drive away. It sounded ideal. Unfortunately, by the time my diary was marked, that day was fully booked and the nearest venue was several hours drive away. I really wanted to finish the course, but coming so close to moving house, I just didn’t have the time or the money to attend that session.
After a nervous wait, I was contacted by the brilliant local England Athletics staff. They had managed to squeeze Stuart and me in at the local assessment venue. However, we would be assessed on the Saturday with the Athletics Coach trainees as the Sunday Coach in Running Fitness course was oversubscribed.
As the day grew closer, I became increasingly tense. I planned my session, but it’s very difficult to plan a session for an undisclosed number of people at a venue you have never attended. I had no idea of the athletes’ abilities either.
On the day, Stu and I arrived early. We headed to the classroom where the initial briefing was to take place. We had been advised to wear clothing that would be suitable for participating as well as for coaching, which had caused me a dilemma. Eventually, I chose a pair of tracksuit trousers that I bought in Portugal, along with a parkrun t-shirt, Lordshill hoodie and Nike running jacket. In my pocket, I popped a buff and a pair of gloves.
I was told that I would be leading the first session of the day. I had to take a warm-up and then go into the main part of my session. The assessors would stop me when they had seen enough. This terrified me as it meant that I would have no chance to observe any of the other participants before the session started. I tried to convince myself of the positives. At least I wouldn’t have to wait around and get more nervous.
We headed outside and I assessed the area where we would be training. I also did the usual safety checks and then started my session. I know I forgot a few things, but I managed to correct myself, so it wasn’t all terrible. After a while, the assessors stopped me. I was taken to one side for some feedback.
Feedback on my session
One of the biggest problems that I was having at this time was that the temperature had dropped suddenly overnight and I was really cold. I had put my buff on over my ears and had my gloves on, but I was physically shaking and could no longer feel my fingers. This combined with my usual exam fear meant that I was in fight or flight mode.
The feedback that I was given was generally fair. However, I did feel frustrated that the assessor said I had no made the objectives of the session clear to the participants. I had definitely done this and they confirmed that I had when I asked them. The assessor had not heard this as he was talking to the other assessor at the time. We had been told that we would have to take two sessions, but I felt really disappointed that I had covered so few of the checkboxes. I felt despondent. If I had been on my own, I think I might have made my excuses and left.
I then had to participate in someone else’s session, which was hard as it was so cold. Fortunately, at that point, the assessors decided that it would be sensible to relocate into the sports hall. I was so grateful.
My second session
In the afternoon, I had to deliver my second session. I felt more confident, although I was still very nervous. Immediately after the session, I had more feedback. I knew there were still things that I could improve on, but the assessor said that I had passed. It was such a relief. We had been told that it would be best not to discuss our results with others (so that they wouldn’t be put off). I let Stuart know as he was aware of how on edge I was.
At that point, I was able to relax and enjoy the other trainees’ sessions much more. One guy got us to run through mini hurdles (which I’ve always been bad at). Another got us to practise throwing balls. This should have been a straightforward activity, but I’ve never been good at ball sports. He asked me whether I had been making the adjustments that he suggested, but I had to admit that I had been so focused on catching the ball when my partner threw it to me that everything else had gone out of the window!
Being a participant
The funniest part of the day was when one person decided to coach us on the basics of the triple jump. He had a mixed group including an athletics coach who is very good at running, another athletics coach who previously ran and then Stu and I. Stu was in an athletics club as a teenager. Although his specialisms were 800m and 1500m, I figure that he must have done some field events in the past. I went to a ‘nice’ girls’ school in the days when girls didn’t do triple jump. I also was a failure at long jump. We tended to do it as standing long jump and I think my record was about 3ft. Anyway, the coach was great. The session was a lot of fun and that combined with the throwing session meant that my arms were very tired the next day.
Onto the next stage of becoming a running coach
Now I need to start the next stage of my coaching journey. From January, I will be coaching a large mixed ability group every other Wednesday. Luckily, Kirsty (one of the people who took part in my training sessions) has agreed to help out as a coaching assistant, which I am really grateful for. I need to start planning the sessions and hope that I can live up to people’s expectations.
Have you ever considered becoming a running coach?