Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Seventy-Four
I’m never gonna catch up from that day with only three hours of sleep.
Riding in the backseat on the way to school. Smiling on the inside while drinking coffee.
Misty Napa Valley morning. If this ever gets old, it will be a problem.
She asks me if I think I’ll keep coaching after this year. I never know.
Headache. Hot tea. It’s 80-something outside but it’s cold inside.
It’s just us two. We talk a bit about strategy, then I suggest we go to Gott’s for a shake. He asks if they make root beer floats.
I could let myself ruminate and get stuck on this, or I can start making a plan for how we move forward.
Being scared to go all in.
“Action breeds clarity.”
Vanilla milkshake with malt and caramel.