Not the Best Soccer Coach Ever

[przed]

Had my second game as coach tonight. Good news: we scored two goals! Bad news: the other team scored seven. :( Still, the kids had fun, and I think I've now figured out who our strong players are so I can tweak our lineup a bit. (I went with a mostly random order tonight, which led to all the strongest/biggest players being on one rotation, and all the smallest/weakest players on another. Shall definitely work at balancing it a bit.)

In other news, it's been a long, looooong day. It went a little something like this:

3 a.m., woken by surprise chronic pain flare

5 a.m., give up on sleep completely, get up and check email/LJ

5:30 a.m., start getting ready for Tae Kwan Do

6 to 7 a.m., Tae Kwan Do, in deference to the already brutal heat the instructor doesn't start with our usual jogging warm up, but the half hour of doing walking and horse stance punches and blocks across the dojo he settles on instead is actually more exhausting

7 to 7:30 a.m., run home and get ready for the day

8 a.m., work on not terribly exciting documentation

10 a.m. to 4 p.m., back to back meetings, with a break for lunch

5 to 6:30 p.m., dinner, prep for game

7:30 to 8:30 p.m., game

8:30 to 9 p.m., drop off nets at soccer club office, hightail it back home to drop off Ros and the Sweetie

9:30 to 11 p.m., acupuncture appointment (moved back from the usual 8:30 to accommodate soccer)

11:30 p.m., arrive back home, collapse

Apart from the chronic pain flare, which I hope I can knock back in the next day or so, this is pretty much what my Tuesdays are going to look like for the remainder of the summer. Oh. My.

In other news, I've made a generic footie icon from not-really-generic picture of a certain member of Take That. (Do try and look shocked.)

Comments

[soundofthesurf.livejournal.com]

Urghhh-yikes! I don't like your Tuesdays and there is absolutely no excuse for that pain flare to show up on a Tuesday and at that time of the night! I'd like to pay it a visit and talk some sense into it, and if that doesn't work beat the hell out of it!

And no one is a born master, let alone a born coach! (Well, to be honest, I've spent quite some time in various stadiums surrounded by ten-thousands of coaches, and all of them were experts, but even they needed a couple of years until they knew everything better, you know? *g*) You'll get there, I just KNOW it! Love for the game is one of the most important things. Love for the players another. And you've got LOTS for both AND are a generally all-round-awesome human being, so... :)

And the new icon is...ALL SORTS OF FLIPPING PERFECT!!! (How sick is it that I knew immediately these were Mark's legs and feet?? Worryingly sick? Do I need help??)

Hope you have a quieter and lovely Wednesday!

::BIG BUILD-YOU-UP HUGS::

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Well, I actually slept last night, so here's hoping the pain flare was a brief one. (The last one went on for two bleeding months, so I'm a hoping I don't have another one of those.)

Thanks for the coaching pep talk. You're right that no one's born a coach. I just need to keep trying and have fun! Which I am. It's hectic and frazzling, but ultimately fun.

It's not sick that you knew those were Mark's feet, it's awesome! (I'm in the same boat.)

Have had a not-so-bad Wednesday. I took the morning off and helped Ros' class out with a field trip to a fire hall. It was fun, though there were tears from Ros when I had to leave to go back to work.

::BIG HUGS BACK::

[soundofthesurf.livejournal.com]

I'm hoping with you, dear! Fingers crossed! That's the last thing you need now! :/

It's good to hear it's still fun, because it'll take a lot of your time and energy, so it bloody better be whole lots of fun! :) And you know I'm willing to swing my pom poms for you whenever necessary. I'd even be willing to dress up in shorts and a Owen-jersey for you!

First I thought it was he's knees, or his lovely tiny drumsticks, but then I got it! It's the jump, the way he places his foot - famously seen in oh-so-many Shine-performances! That's why I didn't get it in the first place - he's not wearing somethng sparkly-glittery! Or red boots! Hah, Mark Owen, you can try and disguise yourself, but you'll always get found out! *g*

Awww, poor Ros! But you see, ten years on and she won't cry because you have to leave, but because she has to leave the pretty firemen behind...*g*