Coached my SAJC kids till 9pm.
Minimum break time. Maximum intensity.
I screamed at them alot when they were running the routine.
I dun hate them.
In fact, I am proud of them.
The year1s learned fast.
The year2s put in lotsa effort.
I can see that everyone tried.
But I can't relax and put on a smile.
I want to. But I can't
I wanna soften up when the gals cried. But I can't.
I wanna let them off earlier when I saw their tired faces. But I can't.
I wanna lighten their load when the bases' shoulders hurt. But I can't.
I wanna tell them it is ok to make mistakes. But I can't.
Cos they still have a long way to go and there isn't much time left.