This is the view that greets me most mornings as I start my volunteer shift as a NOC assistant for the 2010 Vancouver Olympics.
Tim Hortons on the sidelines. Cups of caffeine left behind, lined up along the garbage can, as we weave our way through security into the athlete’s village. No liquids allowed.
There’s a million reasons to celebrate… the Olympics, this city, being Canadian.
The Olympics have taken over. We find ourselves cheering for unfamiliar sports (who invented the skeleton race anyway?). We burst into singing the Canadian anthem with pride and spontaneity.
Love them or hate them we’re immersed. Schedules run amok. Routines are out the window. Familiar traffic routes are no more.
I have to concentrate to figure out what day it is and what time of day it is. The other day I jumped out of bed at 5:37 am shouting expletives because I thought I’d overslept and missed my 5:35 bus which would take my sleepy butt to my next volunteer shift.
That is until a sleepy husband reminded me I was on the night shift.
When were you last immersed in something, when up became down and right became left? And thinking of those lonely Tim Horton cups, what did you have to leave behind in order to move forward?