It is Saturday of the AECs, aka “the mandatory outing” and I am at work while Amy is trying to make the US Team for the World Equestrian Games. So this is the series of events that show up on my pager while at work: “Car on fire, person trapped”; “What happened to Leyland?”; “Single vehicle rollover on Interstate 90, 5 patients”…Did you catch it? Can you guess which one made my heart jump the most?
Of course I had no clue what happened, eventually I got a phone message from Amy saying everything is okay, can you send out an email telling people all is okay, not a big deal. Again, going back to the day I was already having that email just wasn’t going to happen while I was at work. The day got better since the stirrup iron broke on the fourth jump with another horse, so Amy chose to continue around for a few more jumps to help with her experience. Of course it was on the same side as her problem knee. I do not know what it is about fate, but she never seems to bump into anything with her left knee, just the right.
There is lots of drama and thoughts that go into the running of a mandatory outing, especially when it is being run in conjunction with something like the AECs. I have several thoughts, as the husband, and I get information that is only from one point of view, so I have to be a bit circumspect in what I say. I have learned that the hard way. People love to take what you say (or write) as gospel, right or wrong and then go forth with it.
The wait is over and the Team has been announced, along with the individuals and alternates. The challenge, as mentioned in years past, is how to be a competitor and then be a supporter moments later. Amy gets to be a supporter. She was selected as an alternate along with Allison Springer. I have all of those mixed feelings that run through a loved one’s mind when the person they are rooting for doesn’t get what they are striving for. Amy feels like she has let people down by not being named to the squad. Given all the trials and tribulations this year I am amazed how successful she has been. My ultimate wish is that she be on the squad or come home, plain and simple. But who asked the husband, right?
I was speaking to Amy on the phone today, although an alternate, sounds pretty much like the normal process for the US Team, boredom. It is so hot that the horses get ridden early in the morning, and then the rest of the day is spent staring at each other, an environment my wife does not excel at by the way. Apparently she and Lauren were reading the blogs last night. Thankfully she was laughing as she was telling me this, whew. You never know if your spouse is going to share your sense of humor, especially as she describes it that this blog sounds a lot like a one-sided marriage counseling session… Given that I sat through one or two of those, I can picture that in my mind!
The problem with being named to the Squad is that there is time, too much time, between now and when you are riding down the center line in dressage. The problem with being named as an alternate is that there is too much time, and you feel like a jerk because you want to be on the squad and the only way to do that is for someone else to have a bad day. Very similar to being a firefighter, you want to have cool call but that usually means someone is having a less than stellar day, and you really do not want anyone to get hurt.
With a team made up of names like Phillip, Boyd, Buck and Kim, you know they are going to leave it all on the field in Kentucky. Go Team!
I wanted to get this short blog out so people knew what I thought about where we are currently at. I want to say thank you to the supporters of Team Tryon, you guys rock; and don’t worry there is more to come! Cheers.