Fear

I don’t know why I’m scared as I cross the street from my house to the park where the first day of cross country season will take place. Well, I know why I am scared. I have never coached cross country a day in my life. Sure I am a runner and have been doing it for a while, but I have no idea how my knowledge of running translates into the ability to pass that knowledge on to children. I locate the tent that is set up for the team I am now supposedly coaching. The season officially starts today meaning we can start training and parents can bring their kids to register. I reach the tent where the general manager of the team is still setting up flyers and brochures and what have you. We exchange greetings and she informs me that my co-coach has gone to the bathroom and she encourages me to do the same if I need to. I don’t need to use the bathroom but before I can even consider this proposition my mouth takes liberty and I hear myself saying “you know what I do need to use the bathroom”. As I am walking to the restroom my mind begins to race, I’m asking myself what the hell I am doing, what do I know about coaching kids, the parents are going to immediately recognize this and yell at me, as I see it my mind. So I think it’s not too late I can still get the hell out of there and get back home and curl up to a bottle of vodka and attempt to justify my actions in my head….

Peaces and Creases

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