Last week all I could think of was London…
London. London. London.
As I was boarding my plane to Heathrow on Monday night it hit me that I really had no idea what to expect. I’ve competed at an Olympics, been an Olympic spectator and even volunteered in Vancouver for the Winter Games – but never like this. Never so close to the athletes without being one of them.
This realization dawned on me as I flew over the Atlantic on my way to the land of British punk rock, double-decker buses and the Beatles. Would I be sad? Envious? Nostalgic? Maybe a little bit of everything.
When I stepped off the plane and walked out into the arrivals terminal I left behind all those worries. From my very first glance at the row upon row of Olympic volunteers in their purple shirts I knew this is exactly where I was supposed to be. I couldn’t be more fortunate to be standing where I am in the middle of Olympic fever supporting our team the best way I can.
Today I was honoured to be present at Team Canada’s Welcome Ceremony and Flag Raising in the Athlete Village. As I looked around me I saw the faces of first time Olympians intertwined with experienced vets – proudly singing our Anthem getting ready for the biggest moment of their lives. It gave me the chills. I wish I could explain better in words what it means to be a very small part of someone’s Olympic journey – but there are none that would do it justice.
Adorning the walls of our Canadian hallways are quotes and messages of strength and inspiration. It makes me want to do better. Be better.
“Happiness is not something ready made, it comes from your own actions”