I wake up a tad startled when the alarm goes off on Saturday morning. Saturday? Alarm? Oh yes… The soccer coach training continues. No rest for the wicked.
I head over to the field where the training is taking place, cup of tea in hand, for 9am. Am happy to see some familiar faces when I get there and have quite a giggle as a result. The trainers – to English ‘blokes’ – are hilarious and have everyone out of breath and giggling within about 10 minutes of doing exercises. It’s their plan to run through as many sample activities and different learning scenarios as possible with us over the course of 3 hours. Despite the fact that we are all adults and we are all there to learn, it strikes me as hilarious that sport brings out the competitive child in people, no matter what. One ‘bird’ in particular is pretty scary. As the morning progresses you’d think she was out there trying to win the premier league championship, not learning how to coach an elementary school child. After being thrown together with her in one team challenge where she can’t help but scream at me telling me what my every move should be, she quickly gets frustrated with me and dismisses me as ‘not winning material’. I pity the kids on her team – but then again they will probably win every single match they will play.
After training it’s off for a much much needed haircut. It doesn’t seem strange to be sitting in the hairdressers chair anymore. Unlike a year ago, when my hair needed it’s first post-chemo cut. You couldn’t really call it a cut – more of a ‘shape’ really. Now I have a ‘style’ again and it’s exciting. I reach a milestone by having my hair cut into a style that I aspired to last October when I spotted a chic lady in the Guggenheim museum with a short curly bob.
While in the hairdressers chair, I get my magazine fix. I read a really weird article in Marie Claire about coffin seminars in Korea. What is a coffin seminar I hear you ask? Well, ask away. It’s just plain old weird. you basically get locked in a coffin for 10 minutes and as a result are faced with your own mortality. You then apparently learn to value the life you have more, become a better person and a better worker. An article in the LA Times earlier this year sums it up really well. as someone who has survived a pretty horrific experience with breast cancer and who has faced her own mortality, I am pretty disgusted by the thought that anyone would willingly want to bring that experience upon themselves. Whatever happened to plain old Carpe Diem?
Moving onto a happier note. I take the kids for ice cream and sorbet at our local fave, Woody’s. It happens to be my wedding anniversary today and given that my hubby is working I find myself saying ‘Happy Anniversary’ to the kids over our ice cream instead. I do buy a bottle of J bubbly on the way home, intent on at least raising one glass that evening.
Grilled Sea Bass
1. Chop a red onion, a bunch of cilantro and a bunch of parsley.
2. Place on kitchen foil and add salt and pepper and olive oil.
3. Place the sea bass on top, seal the foil and grill.
4. Serve with rice or potatoes and enjoy!