Life

Today I took my team for a fairly successful "conditioning" run in the park, consisting of some jogging, walking, running, sprinting, rabbit-chasing, unofficial detours, and in the case of my youngest, unfortunate and unpleasant injuries near the start of the trip.

More than once I found myself having two simultaneous conversations with a talkative kid on my left, and an equally talkative kid on my right. Somehow they never did notice each other was talking, and my replies, although brief by necessity, somehow made sense to them.

All in all, it was a tiring weekend, between yesterday's crazy frantic birthday celebrations for my eldest, soccer coaching clinics for 2 hours both Friday and Saturday night, and, of course, today's run. My weak knee aches by this point.

You might think that sleep would come easy in this state, but my excitement over our first game (remember, I'm just coaching this group - my own games don't start until Friday!) is likely to be on my mind, especially with so many variables in terms of who may or may not show up.

That's hardly an unusual state of affairs for me...

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The prof is out of province, waiting to hear tomorrow if she has won a national art award... I haven't heard too much from her, but I imagine as busy as I've been she's been perhaps even busier. She and I remain in an unlabelled state where we have some sort of relationship, see each other once or twice a week, and seem to go back and forth in terms of depth of feeling and intentions. Are we, aren't we? Will we, won't we? It's not apathy as much as uncertainty. She says that she's fond of me, but when it comes to figuring out what our future holds I can't forget her desire to leave this city behind her, her disappointment in the amount of time we can be together, and past unpredictability. So, whatever it is between us, I enjoy the moment, and try not to assume to know what is next.

With us not being a couple per se, one would think that I would be open to meeting new people, but other than a brief spurt last month I haven't expended much effort in that direction. It's been a crap month so far, between the illness or malaise or tiredness or overwork or underwork, or whatever it is I blame for the passing of time without real consciousness.

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Speaking of which, the first step to a happy life is to get some sleep.