Turf

I spent an extra twenty minutes sitting in the turf with my fellow coaches as we sat and discussed the development of our players.

A stark difference from yesterday as I sat in the milieu of my mind.

Funny how it always comes back to the work.

I was asked by two of my high school players why I wasn’t at the morning trainings this week. I’ve got a camp I’m working at instead. I’ll be back next week. But it’s funny how quickly things become worth it.

I’ve worried about what to do with the upcoming high school season AND having two age groups for club.

I’ve had some sleepless moments as I navigate what to do for work before the afternoon starts (on minimal pay for excessive work).

But it’s the moments in the turf. Where the black rubber turf beads stick in my socks and I find myself in a heated discussion about who’s going to start at the eight for our team. It’s not a wonder I do any of this.

Not when my free moments are spent perusing spreadsheets for tournament signups or fee payments.

Nor is it when I arrive early for trainings or games. Sitting in my car as I imagine how the scene will play out with players on the field.