22/23 Second year of grad school--DNF'ed my PhD program; and coached the university's women's track team, which I had founded (aged 20) after a career-ending injury.
23/24 Coached the same team to top-three status (us and two PhysEd schools) in the State. But no paying job--lived off what I'd squirreled away from my grad school fellowship.
(Also did a lot of reading, trying to fill some of the gaps from my high-class education. And met and lost the love of my life.)
24/25 Started work in a warehouse for the university's press (44 hrs/wk), and continued coaching the team (similar hours); organized the (DI) conference's women's championship meets in xc and t&f, hosting the first track championship.
25/26 Still at the warehouse, still coaching.
26/27 Switched to a job in the library, and switched to coaching (still volunteer) at the college across town--men's distance assistant.
(Also became ambulatory enough to compete in the State's multi-sport competition: 50km racewalk.)
27/28 Went to a nearby city to return to school for a master's in PhysEd. Fulltime student; halftime asst to the dean (my grad asstship); and started women's track and cross country at the DI school (still a volunteer, still 40-50hr/wk).
28/29 Finished master's; continued coaching the squads that I'd started and brought them to varsity status; 50kmRW again.
29/30 Went to another university and coached (for pay, finally: $2,000/yr) their women's xc/t&f teams, bringing the former from club to varsity status. More 50kmRW.
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Good times. Don't know much about popular culture (TV, movies, music) from those years, though. And, having taken the coach's vows of poverty and chastity (i.e. no personal relationships with one's athletes), I went long stretches without getting laid.
Which probably sucked, but I was mostly too busy to notice.