I’m running down a street in Paris — in a wicked hurry. I must catch a train.
Rounding a corner I run into a stranger, knocking him down.
Helping him up I realize I know him. He being one of my athletes from years ago.
Where does coaching end, exactly?
Not at the edge of the matt, the exit of the gym, or the graduation ceremony from school.
Coaching never really “ends.”
Like dropping a rock into a still pond, the splash from coaching causes waves which extend and extend.
Coaching rarely ends when the contest is over. It spills over into life.
And you never know when you will run into it again.