… Olympic Size Aftermath…
March 5, 2010 30 Comments
So I’ve been laying low.
Well… mostly catching up on much needed sleep. I may have worked for the Olympics but I certainly don’t have the Olympic constitution that some have… try as I might, it just wasn’t working in my favour. But I stuck it out. And for that, I give myself credit. I stuck it out and played a part in making history, Canadian history.
Of course, human nature dictates that for everything that is good, someone will come along & attempt to tear it apart – discredit it. And so the backlash is here. The thing is – its coming not from the athletes… but from the media. The athletes I worked with and met, thanked us. Pumped my hand in appreciation like it was an old fashion water pump aching for water. Most didn’t want to leave. Each one I spoke to said they were the best Games they ever participated in… an experience they would never forget. And these weren’t athletes that won medals.
No. You see, it was those who DIDN’T participate in the Games or had any hand in making it happen that bitched and complained… about how un-Canadian Canadians were. How we ignorantly ignored everyone or simply shoved the death of a luger under the carpet as if it was of no consequence.
They couldn’t have been any more wrong.
But I don’t care.
Because they simply: don’t get it. How could they? They are hired to simply write but not get involved. To see but not understand. To talk but not comprehend. No. They don’t get it. So of course they would only see the superficial. And that’s OK. Somehow, I simply don’t expect them too. In fact, their observations is what keeps Canadians honest. But it will not take away from what we accomplished… what we became as a nation… and from the world to finally take notice that we are more than what was ever before imagined.
Canadians set new records.
True, we didn’t win the most medals (overall medal count)… and in that sense, we didn’t Own The Podium.
I could sit here and type out all the obvious records we broke… as a country competing and then as a Host country.
No. Because what we did do, is unite as a nation. One heart. One voice. In a sea of red & white. One loud resounding roar of Canadiana pride. Forever changed.
And true – that is not the purpose of the Olympics… even the IOC would tell you that it isn’t about nationalistic pride but rather it’s about the accomplishments of the athletes.
And each athlete visiting were given the opportunity to excel with the very best we had to give. And that they did.
I was overwhelmed with the realization that I was part of that.
That I had a small part in making not just Canadian history but also, HISTORY. Period.
Coming off that insane high… the screeching halt of emotions and expectations… to the immensity of what I had a small supporting role in – was overwhelming.
Oh being the chick that I am – I cried. I laughed. I cried some more. My cats thought I was crazy. Old Iron was furious with me for pushing back any offers of help.
I couldn’t articulate what I was feeling properly.
And I still at times find myself having to ask – did this just REALLY happen?
Yup. It just did.
And WE did good. Regardless of what the media world says. We did good. Damn good.
So I’ve been spending time walking about, taking pictures. Being a tourist in my own city.
Pampering myself with a new do, replacing the neglected rats nest that had taken form on my head.
Contemplating the ramifications of what I am about to do… new opportunities coming my way that will once again, change the course of my life, opening doors to new futures, unexpected.
I am sorting thru over 4,000 pictures taken during the months of January and February – not all of which I will bore you to death with in an upcoming slide presentation.
I’ve also reunited with siblings I had not seen or had very limited contact with in 14 and 10 years respectively.
This coming week, I am being flown out for the day (same day return), picked up by a driver/limo as I let a very reputable company woo me.
Two days later, I am making my way Southward to bug the crap outta Old Iron some more while hopefully contemplating/negotiating job offers.
With all of the above said and done… I have made peace with what I just lived thru… and the implications of it all. And now, I am ready for the next challenge in my life, allowing me to once again laugh in the face of my naysayers because I am … living my life… my way. And this has become a beautiful thing.