The next morning I was decidedly nervous about what was to go down. Christi was already delayed in her quest to Albany so I knew I was going to be alone for part of the morning. After a delicious breakfast and meeting many North-easterners (including a guy who spoke just like the announcer in Maine!) we convened in the conference room with water bottles and candy dishes abounding. We began with a couple presentations, one dealing with sexual harassment (don't worry team, I now know the rules) and the other with coaching. This is about when I first realized that the majority of this meeting would deal with Alpine skiing because he began by asking who in the room deals with alpine skiing and nearly every hand went up. The guy giving the presentation had been one of the US Alpine women's coaches for the past season and it would have been very interesting had I known how to apply it at all to Nordic.
Then began the committee meetings. Christi arrived just in time for a delayed start to the Nordic meeting. We decided to continue the night sprint because of the positive response from both Nordic, snowboard AND alpine skiers! We will decide whether to hold the sprints at the downhill area where the lighting is better or at Black Mountain (where the Nordic races are held) once Nationals begins. One of the hot topics for the entire meeting was how to hold awards. Most athletes are all for holding separate discipline awards (Nordic skiers have their own awards at Black Mountain, Alpiners have theirs at Sunday River, thus eliminating the long drive for us). That is still to be decided. That was the majority of what we talked about. (feel free to ask me if there are any other questions about this). Now for the fun stuff!
Christi and I went downtown on Friday night--no one else wanted to adventure out. We saw the huge capitol building and a church that was built in 1714. That is OLD! We also noted how different the east in that there are SO MANY TREES that don't allow you to be able to see anything around you! It was a claustrophobic, suffocating feeling! I also rode in a taxi for the first time in the US. That was fun. The next night, we went to a mall close by and ate at a fondue restaurant called The Melting Pot. It was the best! Next we saw Night at the Museum 2 on IMAX.
The next morning, I heard Christi silently leave the room to catch her taxi to the airport since her plane left an hour before mine. I had set my alarm for 5:20 and figured I had about twenty more minutes of shut eye. Well, I began a dream that involved me being the hero on some sort of treasure hunt game, and I was interrupted by my cell phone ringing. Through my foggy brain came the realization that I shouldn't be hearing that particular ring because it wasn't my alarm tone. It was also too light in my room to be 5:20. It was my mother calling, at 7:30 asking if I had made it to Chicago. Of course, I hadn't made it to Chicago, I was sleeping peacefully in Albany while my plane left me. I flew out of bed in a panic yelling a few bad bad words along the way. Throwing my belongings into my bags and not even brushing my hair, I got a shuttle to the airport and worked everything out so I made it to Salt Lake only a few hours later than I should have.
Thanks Christi for the wonderful time in New York and to the BOD for teaching me about Roger's Rules. It was a great weekend!
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