Or I look like one?
My head hurt. It was bad this morning. I just wanted to sleep it off. But I peeled myself out of bed and dressed for the race anyway, like the good little volunteer I am, and headed out.
I got there about 8:30am and met the gentleman in charge, let’s call him “Bill”. First you should know that when I sent Bill an email asking if he still needed volunteers, he came right back with full on excitement and said, “Hi Tina! I absolutely do!”. Huh. Tina. Okay. I shot him back an email and teased him a little about how busy he must be because my name is Teresa. He apologized and was very nice about it. Directed me with where to go on race day.
This morning, I meet him and I’m greeted with,
“Good morning! So…what are you in for??”
“What did you do?” he asks again.
“Excuse me?” I give him a funny look, clearly not understanding.
He then says, “You’re here for community service, what did you do?”.
Yeah…no. So I explain, I just volunteered. Because I wanted to. And hello, it’s National Day of Service.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” he says, “There was someone else that is volunteering that has community service to do and I completely mixed you up”.
Yes, yes you did. So far, I haven’t done anything that needs community service or any kind of incarceration, but it’s early.
He then proceeds to explain it’s a small race (300 people), they have done everything already and all we have to do is wait for the runners. The race starts in two hours. Have some donuts (are they gluten free? I bet he wouldn’t appreciate that question…). Btw, he’ll use me at the finish line…maybe. On my left side I have a giant redneck truck with speakers attached outside of it blaring hard rock music and plenty of bass and on my right side I have the “expo” with it’s own set of giant speakers blaring bad eighties music. Twenty feet from each other. Some of the race people (I think they are a company that puts races on) were standing around smoking and I was the only one who was dressed like I might someday run farther than 10 ft.
I went home.
I know. I recognize this is really bad taste but you know what? My head hurt SO MUCH and I would be standing around for three hours. I will volunteer for a redemption race. I promise. I just couldn’t do it. That whole~felony thing~ it was looking more and more promising.