The Importance of Finding the Right Coaching…for Your Personality

Let me start this off by telling everyone who doesn’t know me already, who I am. I’m Mike Corson’s little sister. Therefore, just like him, I am hard headed, stubborn and always right. Yup, that about sums it up.

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I started this whole strongman thing about 4ish months ago. Why? Well, why else? My big brother was doing it and said “I bet you can’t do it!” So, naturally, with very little strongman experience I signed up for the 2015 NC Strength Challenge and said “watch me”. That’s usually how most things go. Stupid reverse psychology.

Anyways, I might be new to this whole strongman thing, but I’m a vet when it comes to the concept of coaching. I’ve played competitive soccer my entire life and I’ve been through the ringer when it comes to coaches. In college, I played for two different schools. My freshman and sophomore year we won back to back national championships (humble brag) and I can honestly say I had the BEST coach I’ve ever had my entire life. He made me want to be a better person. However, my junior and senior year I played at a different school and was coached by a man who made me want to quit. He actually almost ruined the game for me.

What does this have to do with anything? Coaching is crucial. You need to have a coach who you can look up to and say “I want to be like you” or “I want to do what you can do”. If you don’t respect your coach, well, there’s really no point in having them there.

Before I started training for strongman, I did CrossFit. I feel like that’s a similar path many people have who eventually get into this sport. With CrossFit, there are so many intricate lifts and if you’re like me, you analyze everything. One of the benefits with CrossFit is there are multiple coaches at any given gym, and every coach gives different que’s. For example, I had been doing CrossFit for about two years when I started going to Morrisville Community CrossFit. On my first day there, we were trying to hit our 1RM for split jerk. Jonathon, the head coach and a super cool guy, came over to see what I was doing and saw me struggling. He literally said one thing he wanted me to focus on and it became worlds easier. I pr’d my split jerk by 20 pounds that day.

I said when I did the Strength Challenge, if I were to podium and get an invite to Nationals, I would focus on strongman and see if I was ready to go to Nationals when the time came. So now I have to live up to it and I am spending my time training at Lynn’s house. It’s a pretty huge perk, considering I work about a mile away and it’s open all hours of the day. My brother also goes with me when I train. If you can empathize with our personalities, you understand our dynamic. Try to imagine two people who seem like they can’t stand the sight of each other, verbally making everyone aware of it (not too many swear words from me, him on the other hand…), but love each other about 5 minutes later. That’s us. It’s literally comedy to the surrounding audience. I love my brother more than anything in the world and greatly appreciate his help, but sometimes he drives me crazy. He is a WONDERFUL coach; it can just be tough communicating with someone who has your exact same personality. Sometimes I feel like he has more confidence in me than I do in myself, but he is hands down the best support system (along with the rest of my family and husband).


In comes Lynn. You know, THE Lynn. The guy that runs this whole shebang. Lynn is the peacekeeper. Lynn is able to translate what my brother is trying to say to me, in nicer words and adds his own two cents. Between Lynn and my brother, I have made leaps and bounds from where I started. Oh, you can’t forget Keith. For some reason, I listen to Keith. He’s a staple in the Train Strongman community, and overall badass. Before the NC Strength Challenge, it was impossible for me to get the car deadlift. Everyone was getting frustrated that I couldn’t do it but Keith was patient with me and helped me immensely. I still ended up peeing my pants at the show, but I got the lift! Twice!


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