Sunday, November 2, 2014

The End of an Era...

I can't really believe that I'm about to type this next sentence, but I have officially resigned from coaching. As of March 1st, I will no longer be an official coach. While my reasons are more than valid, I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt walking away from a sport and a program that mean the world to me... 

Miss Emily - one of mine & Ella's favorite girls - in a gorgeous kick full

As you've all heard me gripe & groan about, I coached two teams this fall. Huge mistake. It took an enormous toll on my life - socially, emotionally, and even physically. And while it's only been official for a week now, I actually submitted my resignation mid-September when the demands were crushing my soul. I would teach from 7 to 3, then coach from 3:15 to 7 Monday through Thursday. Then, on Fridays I'd coach a practice and head to a game under the lights, getting home around 10, just to turn around & leave the house by 7:30 the next morning for another practice or game. I was spending next to zero quality time with my family & what was the thanks that I was getting? Rolling eyes from teenage girls & nastygrams from parents who didn't quite seem to understand the sacrifices I was making for them to even have a coach this season. 

with Hanna, right before they went on at Sectionals

Thankfully, it did get better. It required me putting a few people in their place & just flat out saying no to certain things, but I was able to maintain my sanity throughout the month of October. And once the competitions started & were winning... I started regretting my resignation. I suddenly adored my team & the program. I remembered all of the blood, sweat, and tears I'd put into it. Then, the varsity position opened up permanently & I was left with some serious thinking to do. Could I really walk away from the opportunity I'd been waiting on for four years?

with Wolfy & our flowers from the team

While it was incredibly tempting, I've decided to stand my ground. Eric & I are ready to have another baby and I can't imagine running a program with a toddler terrorizing the gym & another one strapped to me. Looking back, I wasn't even going to coach once Ella was born, but we never found a replacement for me & now we've made it through five seasons "co-coaching" together. 

But with my decision comes regrets. The people within the program have become our second family. My real co-coach, Wolfy, is one of Ella's favorite people in the world & the girls have kept her entertained for hours on end. I am lucky to call many of the parents friends, and they're always willing to help out whenever they can. For now though, this has to be goodbye. Thanks for the trophies memories Spencerport, I love you. 

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