Yesterday I had the pleasure of volunteering at the Rev3 Ironman at Cedar Point.
What an experience.
I signed up to help at the finish line from 4:00 to 8:00 (and was secretly hoping I’d get to hand out the medals to the athletes!).
Krystal and I checked in promptly at 3:45 (we were only a tiny bit excited – hehe):
And got right to work. There was no time to spare – we just jumped right in.
And, lucky me, I was all over it when the girl in charge said they needed someone to help with the medals!
I seriously cried no less than 10 times Sunday evening. I couldn’t help myself. The athletes were so gracious and thankful to ME, even though they had just covered 70.3 or 140.6 miles. I wish I could have told them how much it meant to me that I was to be able to help them. But instead I did the only thing I could and just placed that amazing medal over their head and told them (most sincerely) “Congratulations!”.
Maybe they’ll remember me, maybe they won’t (probably not). But I’ll always remember them.
I am truly moved by triathletes. They are welcoming and inspiring and friendly and gracious and sweaty and stinky and ridiculously BADASS.
Hopefully I will be one of these triathletes who crosses that finish line next year.
And I will never forget to thank the volunteers. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to inspire one of them to wanna swim, bike, and run.
Who inspires you to get after it??