When the email went out over the winter about volunteering at the festival of champions I signed right up. I figured that this would be the perfect way to get close to these great horse and rider combos during an Olympic year.
I chose to volunteer on the last day. I figured I would be the first to know who would make the team. My time is limited, so if I have to pick a day let it be a good one right?
Well, my planning was off. The selection trials ended on Sat, not Sun. Okay, no big deal. I will still help. When the work assignments came out and I was the awards person I was over the moon. Visions of handing out pretty ribbons danced in my head.
Fast forward to yesterday. I am a crappy volunteer. I am. I didn’t even want to go! I woke up at 6:30 on a Sunday morning in a bad mood. I checked the email I got about volunteering one more time and saw something that made me smile.
The awards person doesn’t need to be there until 45min before lunch. Score! In my joyous state I didn’t think to check the day sheet. Instead I started a load of laundry and figured I would get there by 10am, no problem.
So after a morning filled with chores I headed up to the show. Well, it turns out I should have checked the day sheet. I arrived just after the first awards ceremony. Opps.