Jeez, I’ve had the hardest time getting motivated to exercise lately. I thought things had changed a couple of weeks ago when I got up early one morning and did Jacobs Ladder. I felt as though I’d conquered the world. I even did it again, in the rain. I felt even tougher!

Then it stopped. Since then I’ve done close to nothing. Ok I did a bit at soccer training last night. But that was the first exercise I’ve done since last Saturday. Compared to what I was doing before I stopped training for the marathon.

So now the question is how I can get myself back on track. I hope I’ll snap out of it soon.

If there was a way for me to not coach soccer, I’d take it. I’d give the job to someone else in a heartbeat. And in that moment I’d be free to relax. I wouldn’t need to prepare training drills on a Wednesday afternoon. Instead of racing home to change and set up the pitch on Friday evenings I’d drink beer with my work colleagues.

If it were at all possible I’d give it up in an instant. But it’s not that easy to find a coach. Come to think of it recruiting players isn’t that easy either. And while-ever I can’t find a coach the job falls on me. It falls on me because I’m not going to walk away from the commitment I made at the start of the year. I won’t walk away from the people who call Vic Park their team.

No, I’m not going to walk away but god knows I’d love to.

Let’s listen to the stories of the battler

Let’s listen to the stories of the battler

The real estate industry creates its heroes by numbers. Those who list the most, sell the most and who make the most get the accolades.

That’s not to say that those who sell less aren’t recognised, it’s just that they’re not recognised as much. Perhaps that’s OK. Maybe all those who’s performance puts them in the middle of the bell curve are perfectly happy but I think we’re less well off by not…

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Let’s not be blinded by the big money

The real estate industry creates its heroes by numbers. Those who list the most, sell the most and who make the most get the accolades. 

That’s not to say that those who sell less aren’t recognised, it’s just that they’re not recognised as much. Perhaps that’s OK. Maybe all those who’s performance puts them in the middle of the bell curve are perfectly happy but I think we’re less well off by not hearing their stories. 

We’re less well off when we ignore the stories of mums who struggle to juggle a career and family, of single parents who stretch themselves thin to put food on the table and go to their kids’ sports carnivals, of grand parents who choose both a career and to baby sit their grand kids to help their own children get a start. 

These are the stories we miss out on when we anoint as the best those who’s lives allow them to spend crazy hours at work and who’s support network allows them to follow their career dreams.

And it’s not as if those who earn the big bucks don’t have a story to tell – they do. Often they’ve overcome diversity and beaten the challenges that life has thrown at them. For that I say a big well done. But let’s not be blinded by the big money and the big numbers. Instead, let’s open ourselves up to listening to the wonderful, rich stories of the little people, of the battlers and of those who have lived a good, simple life. 

I’m on the lounge, eyes red and tired. They opened this morning just after 3. I want to sleep, not write. But I’m not giving in to the tiredness, not until I’ve written this blog post.

The iPad opens, the fingers go to work. And then it’s done. Tiredness defeated, blog written.

See you soon, tomorrow.

This morning I woke up hoping to coach the Victoria Park Soccer Club to our fourth victory for the season. I prepared the team sheet and marked the players onto the game day whiteboard. I arrived at the pitch over an hour before the kick off time, set out the warmup pitch and made sure we had someone to run the lines.

Then, as is common with social football, I was told that one of the players was probably not going to turn up. He’d confirmed his intention to play just yesterday. Then, I waited while some of the better players arrived - late! Some of the players weren’t going to be warmed up when they ran onto the pitch.

The boys took to the pitch. They were all in the right jersey and all we’re wearing the right socks. And then the opposition scored. It was a well crafted goal and deserved the result.

For the next eighty minutes our team fought and clawed and scrapped. We had shot after shot on goal. I pushed one of my centre backs forward. Still more shots on goal. But it was all to no avail.

The final whistle blew. We lost 0-1.

Now we have work to do on our finish. To win a game of football you have to score one more goal than your opposition. And in the last three weeks we haven’t scored a single goal - not one! And that’s something we have to change.

So that will be the theme of my coaching next week. We’ll work on attacking and scoring goals. And hopefully next week, when we meet up with South Perth, we’ll have a viable path to goal.

The Vic Park Vikings take on the Woorooloo Bombers today. I expect the match to be a tough affair. The Vikings will have services of a a new goal keeper Tyrone O’Neil and will pick up 2 new players keen to make their mark at the new club.

In the last 2 weeks Vic Park has conceded 16 goals thanks to a combination of sloppy defense and a disorganised midfield. The team needs to urgently find a way to goal in order to start putting some scoreboard pressure on the opposition.

Vic Park will be without the services of central defender Steven McCann who will be replaced by Hendrik Lutter. Lutter is tall and solidly built and will provide a strong presence both on the ground and in the air.

It’s raining. It rained last night during soccer training. It will rain while I’m flipping tractor tyres at Frontline soon. And it will probably still be raining when I’m watching soccer in Embleton later this morning,

But all of that’s ok because I’ll feel fitter and stronger for getting wet. I’ll feel tougher because I resisted the allure of a cosy lounge room. And I’ll feel proud that I lived my day with intention instead of being dragged around by the nose by my feelings.

Let the soaking begin.

Tomorrow I’m going to tackle something new. I’ll find an opportunity, I’ll see a chance and I’ll take. I’ll look for an opportunity to grow and a moment to seize. That’s the way tomorrow will be.

And yet with all that opportunity there’s a sense that I should also think through each move. Go slower, be cautious. Not in a conservative way but in a way that thinks through about the implications of grabbing an opportunity. For one can undo another.

Each knot must contribute to the garment.

I turn to this blog when I’m tired. And I’m tired right now. It’s been a big day.

I’ve coached soccer. There weren’t enough players so I trained with them. I’ve organised paperwork for a property purchase. And I’ve debated the contents of an email that was supposed to be sent yesterday but won’t get sent until next week.

It’s been a long day.

And what makes it all the more challenging is…

No, I’m not going to make excuses. I started this club. It was me that decided I want to buy more shares in Res Setts. It was me that decided to write a blog post every day. I have no right to complain.

Onwards.