Olympic Spirit

I am simply so excited. For someone who never shows any interest in sport, for two weeks every four years I am fascinated by them all. Truly I can barely tear myself away. So much so that this blog has taken a lot longer to write than it should have.
Not only am I hooked by the normal sports I'm also suddenly quite knowledgeable about Dressage, Archery, Fencing. How cool would it be to be on the fencing team and feel like one of the three musketeers? Very. As it is I have to be content to just cheer on the talented members of the nation from my sofa, and plan to join a club so I can make my hugely successful debut at Rio 2016.
And we are doing SO well. To be appropriately cliche: Go Team GB!! For such a tiny island we got some great people, no? Not least, Jess Ennis, who is amazing. Heptathlon is a crazy event as well. Look at a hurdler, then at a shot put thrower and they are not similar breeds, and here are these people who can do it all, and put us all to shame with their washboard stomachs. Jealous much?
Actually no. Just massively proud, as if I personally contributed to this incredible sports person's victory. I think a lot of people feel the same. Because we love her. Fact.
And then even more gold medals on the same night thanks to Rutherford and Farah. Whoop for us. Outstanding GB, outstanding.
As you can tell from my last blog, I have been watching a lot of cycling and was truly devastated when Cav didn't get a look in medal-wise. Poor tactics I guess, but he should have won.
And this is what I really love about the Olympics: that as a nation we jump to our feet and scream all together in both glory and disappointment.
I don't care how much everyone complained about it before, about inevitable transport failure (which hadn't happened), crazy busy London (which hasn't happened) etc. As soon as all those volunteers started dancing around the maypole at the opening ceremony, we were all hooked, proud and behind London 2012 all the way. Do not try to deny it. You'd be lying to yourself.
People are so happy, on the first day I made several new friends including Dennis and Jackie who were out to soak up the atmosphere and basically have a chat. That's great, huh? This Olympic spirit makes everyone so friendly. And all the tourists are so excited to be here. London is like the host of a massive party. Yes, it was a bit stressful to organise but now it's in full swing we're having a whale of a time. Let's do this every Olympics!
And still a week to look forward to. Usain is coming to win again. Now there's someone that transcends country loyalty. I always want him so win. To be superman for 9 seconds. And what a nice man!
And Dai Greene who I support especially, him being a friend of my brother in law. Go on boy! Bad rehearsal, good show, that's the way it is.
For now, tennis, where if Murray continues in this vain he will win at Wimbledon against the man who just stopped him a couple of weeks ago. Fingers crossed.
God bless the home crowd. I wish I was there, somewhere, to share that adrenalin. Still time. That failing, I'm booking my flight to South America for four years time.
So that's it. I'm off to indulge my temporary passion and eat a biscuit while I watch some super fit people running around. Ah the ironies of being a sport fan...