As I do almost every weekday in the Spring, I will leave my office today in the middle of the afternoon. And as I make my early exit from the corporate world, I will pass co-workers in their cubicles, perhaps exchanging wishes for a good weekend. I know they’re thinking that I’ve got a pretty sweet deal — the flexibility to ditch my obligations well before the evening rush hour for the opportunity to go spend a few care-free hours coaching high school athletes in the noble sport of Track and Field.
And half hour later, there I am standing in front of fifty young runners, jumpers, and throwers. And as I gaze out over fifty angelic faces, fifty lovely kids of whom I’ve grown very fond, and as I pause to make sure I have their attention before presenting them with The Plan for the day — in that moment, a single thought flashes through my mind: Continue reading






