Wow! What a ride – and I didn’t even pull a hamstring! I don’t even know where to begin so I might just shoot off the hip and tell stories of the last week that are in no particular order. Even just sitting here trying to orchestrate my thoughts is almost discouraging to, first of all, think that it’s over but also to find the right words to describe what has just happened in a way that makes you feel like you’ve been here with me…because that’s what I want most of all. I’m always reminded of what an incredible opportunity this is and how it’s not exactly ‘normal’ to see the grandstands and race course of the Olympic downhill and Super G on a bus ride into town or to see the Olympic rings on a day to day basis but I have to be honest and say that there were times that it felt like it was just another day at work. Thankfully I have some incredible friends who remind me where I am and it sets me straight – so, thanks, Friends. ;)
A few short days ago I realized the importance of the cowbell in my life. Yes, it’s true, I had joked that only at the Olympic Games is it ok for humans to wear a cowbell around their neck but that was before I knew the value of the cowbell. Let me explain. My Mom and cousin Andrea came up to Whistler for a visit on Friday to take in the sights and sounds of Whistler. Mom had been volunteering in Vancouver as a driver so she came up here when she had officially retired. One of the benefits from her position was that she had to clean out the vehicle before handing it back over…cue the cowbell! A Vancouver 2010 cowbell was left in the back of her car and her supervisor said she could have it! (Side note: while shopping around the village for a while, we discovered that this cowbell was worth $40!!!! Whoa!). Anywho, this cowbell is what has been missing in my life! We spent most of the day in the rain (and yet, protected under another forgotten item from the vehicle) but then headed back to my place to warm up and watch the women’s curling final followed very closely with the men’s hockey semi-final. Our plan was to watch the first period here and then head into town to watch the rest in the crowds by the big screen. You’d figure that a 3-0 cushion would allow for some great festivities but it suddenly turned into a very stressful and intense event. With that cowbell strapped to my hand, I was able to release the pent up distress I was experiencing as I could holler ‘Luuuuu’ with the crowd and jingle that bell! Seriously, if I did not have that cowbell…wow…I’d be a stressed out mess! (Kind of like I was during the final where I did not have the cowbell and made it through but was so tense even WAY after the game that I had a hard time sleeping! Good thing we won!!) Basically, life is good with a little more cowbell! 
Go Canada Go!
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