Well, I am an official track coach.

Up to this point, it’s really not so hard to believe. I’m a respectable distance runner. I’ve competed in most everything between the mile and the fifty mile. I’ve worked as a volunteer with both the boys’ cross-country and track teams.

The unbelievable part, the terrifying, deep-left part of this whole thing is that I’m not officially coaching runners.

I’m a jumping coach.

A week ago, when I applied for the position, I knew nothing about jumping. Since then, I’ve been poring over textbooks on each event. Hopefully my book learning will translate into practical knowledge, and I’ll be able to help these kids. I’m just starting to feel confident that I can.

Please forgive the recent lack of updates; my time’s being poured into these books. Long-term readers probably know that it’s not my style to half-ass anything. I’m going to be the best coach possible, so that I can produce the best athletes possible.

Our first practice is tomorrow. Wish me luck.