My Time with the Torch

Ten years ago this week, I, like millions of others around the world, watched the pageantry, excitement and competition of the 2002 Winter Olympic Games in Salt Lake City, Utah. 

But I had a personal attachment to the games that I still proudly display in my basement.  I was an Olympic torchbearer.  At the time, I was a sportscaster for CBS affiliate KREM-TV in Spokane, Washington.  Our television station received a call only days prior to the torch coming to town asking if I we had a representative who wanted to take part.  Somehow, that honor fell to me.

The 1980 "Miracle on Ice" men's hockey team lights the cauldron

 Torch Relay information:

• 11,500 torchbearers
• 65 days (December 4, 2001-February 8, 2002)
• 46 states
• 13,500 miles from source of the Olympic flame in Olympia, Greece
• 50th anniversary of the first Winter Olympic torch relay in the 1952 games in Oslo, Norway

The torch had its on specific design.  The top glass section stood for purity, winter, ice and nature.  The geometric copper feature inside the glass helped hold the flame.  The copper represented fire and warmth.  The center portion of the torch represented the silver mining heritage of the west.  The bottom shiny section represented future and modern technology.

I didn't find out until years later, when the glass portion suffer an unfortunate shattering accident, but I also had a personal connection to the torch itself.  In order to have the glass portion repaired, I sent it to the company that manufactured the torch--Coleman in Wichita, Kansas.  I worked for Coleman two different times in my teens and early twenties.  When I called to seek information for repairs, I talked to someone I actually worked with decades earlier.  Ironic, huh?     

Mark Holyoak:  My Time with the Torch
(originally published 02/1/2002 on KREM.com)

Wow!

Carrying the Olympic torch!

I couldn't believe it when I got the call, and I couldn't believe it as I ran with it.

I arrived at Camp Chevrolet in downtown Spokane, the gathering point for my portion of the course, just before five o'clock Thursday evening.
After a quick live shot for the five o'clock news, I joined the other torchbearers to be briefed on the night ahead.
There were plenty of smiles, hugs and greetings as torchbearers, their friends, and family gathered; all eager to learn all they could about the piece of history they were about to carry.

I arrived at my assigned station, the intersection of Alberta and Upton streets, just before six o'clock.
There were already children, parents, grandparents, banners, posters and American flags on hand.
After getting work responsibilities, two more live shots, "out of the way," we all awaited the arrival of the torch.
Because the Olympic flame arrived some 30 minutes late on a flight from Alaska, it was late by the time it got to us.
But that didn't matter.

Wearing my Olympic torch relay running suit, I can't remember being the focal point of so much attention.

There were pictures, autographs, handshakes, and high-fives from young and old who both did and did not know me.
My wife and four children were there to share the moment, and that meant the world to me.
After being teased by two previous slow-moving vehicles with lights and sirens that passed by, the torch finally approached--some 25 minutes behind schedule.
 But that didn't matter either.

Yes, it was cold.  It was drizzly, but inside I was warm and nervous.

In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I was so nervous.

When the caravan arrived, adrenalin and excitement took over.

I was given the torch with my number, 93, on it.  An Olympic relay official opened a valve so the fuel freely flowed.
I held my torch up to another.
It was finally lit.

I turned and held it with two hands and walked some fifteen yards or so, savoring the moment before beginning to jog.

The two-tenths of a mile or four block run was easy--almost as if I was gliding down the street.

(You get that feeling when you're running downhill, as south-bound Alberta does.)

People cheered, they waved, flash bulbs went off.

I even hard some people call my name.  Thank you friends and KREM 2 viewers!

My support runner was also named Mark.  As he ran next to me, he said something to the effect of "Isn't this something?"

I couldn't disagree.
My legs never tired over the short jaunt, although the three and a half pound torch got a little heavy.

So I changed it from the right to the left hand over the last 100 yards.

All too soon, I reached the next exchange station.  My flame jumped over to the torch belonging to the next relay runner and my time with the flame was done.

The same Olympic official turned off the switch and the fire went out, but that's when the unexpected fun took place.

Because of my television responsibilities, I didn't join the rest of the torchbearers in the bus as the caravan made its way to Veterans Memorial Arena.

Instead, I was surrounded by many on-lookers who said things like, "Look, he's still got a torch!"

I called over everyone I could see, and all within the sound of my voice, so they could put a hand on the torch and take pictures.
What a special experience!

And it was made even more special as I could share it with so many others.
 
It was an honor, a privilege, and something I'll never forget.

As a bonus, I get to keep the shirt, hat, gloves and running suit.

On top of that, all torchbearers had the opportunity to purchase the torch they carried.  And you bet I did that.
Thursday, January 24, 2002--a day, a moment of Olympic history, and an event I will always remember.  (CLICK ON THE PHOTO BELOW TO SEE A VIDEO OF MY TIME WITH THE TORCH.)