When I signed up to volunteer for the Cherry Blossom 10 miler, I had no intention of using the guaranteed entry for next year–for some reason, I’ve never really had a desire to run the Cherry Blossom 10 miler, and I had every intention of giving away my guaranteed entry to someone else who wanted to run it. I just thought it would be nice to help out and do the volunteer thing.
So when I got tripped by a runner while trying to find the volunteer tent, and the woman did not stop, did not ask if I was okay as I was face down in the dirt on the mall (FYI no one asked) I started to get ornery. Here I am trying to do something nice for these people, and they don’t even exercise common human decency. Runner community my big fat ass (FYI I think that’s a load bullshit and I always have).
I got to the volunteer tent the email I received on Thursday told me to go to early, 30 minutes before my shift was scheduled to start, because finish line shifts started at 7:45 and I wasn’t told to get there much earlier (hey, I’m not stupid, I pick my spot wisely). So when the woman in the tent with the walkie talkie gave me a lovely, judgmental bitch face when I said I was there sign in (because, you know, the email they sent me told me to go there and there was a sign that said “volunteer sign in” out front) and accompanied that with, “Really? You know you’re really late. What exactly are you supposed to be doing?” I started to bristle a little more. “I’m here for the finish line,” I say, “I was told I start at 7:45.” Bitch face still firmly in place, she says, “Oh, you’re not supposed to sign in here! You have to sign in at the finish line!” I got really bristly at that point.
After going in the direction that she pointed her finger, I found another info tent where the volunteer there said, “Oh, well, I signed it at that one place that said ‘volunteer tent,’ I don’t think there’s another.” So I walked all the way around the start corals (because fyi the race is starting now) and of course at the other info tent I found no one had any idea what I was talking about. Now, getting kind of enraged.
So by 8am, I was 15 minutes late for my shift, my wrist was hurting from my fall, and all I wanted to do was punch someone in the face so I left. I muttered under my breath how much I hate runners, how they’re a disgusting group of animals, and that I will never again do anything to help them and how I missed a relaxing morning of sitting in my nice comfy bed watching Murder, She Wrote for this crap.
I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t spent any time face down in the dirt I would’ve been more inclined to stick around and continue looking for check in but I did so I didn’t and IF I NEVER SEE ANOTHER WOMAN WALKING AROUND IN LULULEMON PANTS I WILL BE SO HAPPY.