The last few months have been leading up to the biggest event I think I've ever volunteered for...EVER. It all started because of a denim shirt and a couple of cold Sweetwaters and before I knew it I became in charge of over 3,000 runners and walkers participating in the Komen Race for the Cure.
Just so you know, I complained ALOT over the last few months about it. It was overwhelming and alot of work and just plain tiring. I had no idea going into it that there'd be so much work to do! I spent lots of days wondering what the heck I was thinking signing up for this!
And I really really really really really want to apologize to anyone and everyone that I complained to, griped to, yelled at, or just cried on their shoulder. It was so much work for everyone to be my friend (or my husband) over the last few months. I'm sure of that, and for that I'm so sorry!
At any rate, this last week my love-hate relationship with the Race has turned into more of a love-love relationship with everyone involved. The survivors. The caregivers. The local Komen Board and the Affiliate employees. The Race Committee. And Those volunteers. Oh...the volunteers. I loved each and every one of them and I was shocked at the outpouring of help for this thing. They just rocked and made the whole experience so much better.
Because this was my first year as Race Registrar, I spent most of the last few months totally confused on my job responsibilities. So, I didn't make a big scene when the Race Chair looked at my like I had a 3rd eye when I suggested that I could easily run the Race too...you know, to support the cause, right? Yeah. She told me "no. hell. no."
And you know what...when 4am showed up this morning...and I realized that I had already spent over 20 hours in the last 2 days working at registration and I had another 8 or so more to go...well, when it was finally over with I was really glad that she didn't let me run. I wouldn't have had a good race. And I would have missed watching GT come in 1st overall female, or RC narrowly missing 2nd overall. I would have missed talking to all the survivors who needed a question answered or just a hug to let them know how happy I was that they were there. I would have missed thanking each and every single volunteer who personally helped me today. I would have missed all the cheerleaders chanting about ta-tas and hooters. I would have missed the opportunity to be interviewed for TV (okay, that part I would have liked to have missed!). I would have missed seeing my running peeps cross the finish line with new records and the joy that was written all over their faces. I would have missed out on the opportunity to run later with GT and RC for their cool down run and I would have missed the opportunity to dodge trains and dogs and listen to both of them talk about their upcoming competitions.
So, in the end I was glad I missed out on the Race. The time and commitment that this thing calls for...well, it turns out that it was all totally worth it.
Totally worth it.
(and the fact that Mechel owes me a few nights of margaritas after she delivers that baby...well, that made it worth it too!)