On the wall, who’s the least apathetic of all?  Take a couple of  shots, get up and then a couple more and yet another and another and another.  It would be easy to throw in the towel, but nah.

I’ve used this before but long before most of you became readers,
“In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the  reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains”

The good old anti-social media is having another heyday at my expense.   I’m staying out of that ring, that dog pile of disappointment.  Preferring to let this bout play itself out as it will.  Not because of  apathy though.  This fighter still remains.

At issue is my profession as a coach.  I receive a lot of emails, facebooks, and phone calls.  Most people are comfortable  with  the fact that I charge for my services.  I also do quite a bit of volunteer and charity, strictly at my discretion.  After 30 years should I not have the luxury of charging for my expertise?  Expertise?  Hubris!  Yes, that’s why people seek me out.

I met with my youngest charges for track work on Monday morning.  Had them out for road work yesterday, will meet them again Thursday morning for a final  tune up prior to this weekend’s AAU Regional  Championships in Minneapolis.  This morning I’m headed to “the city” to meet my most challenging client, she of the totally crazy  travel schedule and list of  shiny  new personal bests.

In the meantime I’m keeping up with 12000 square foot of serious garden.  And sundry duties necessary  to keep the Bar None in tip top shape.

I have to answer to one person only, not the facebook throngs.

Mirror Mirror, on the wall
Who’s the busiest coach of all?