I spent the greater part of the last 12 months being incredibly uninterested in the Olympics. I know this is probably sacriligious to sports fans around the world who would really want to be in London for the biggest sporting event. Those who would and possibly have, spent thousands of pounds/dollars etc for the chance to come to the UK and be part of the extravaganza. To those of us who live here, many of us only saw the problems. The taxes, the costs, the congestion, the designated Olympic driving lanes adding to the traffic that already grinds London to a standstill. The increase in bodies on the Underground, the lack of hotel rooms at affordable prices and the total disappearance of taxis. Add to that my total disinterest in athletics, gymnastics, archery, rowing and swimming – and generally I was somewhere between ho-hum and yawn.
But…
The energy around London, the Olympic fever, the national pride, the almost disbelief at how well it’s all gone, how well it’s been organised, the surge of excitement around the city that overflowed into the offices, the coffee rooms, the kitchens and homes around the country and it’s hard to remember that I was ever anything but enthusiastic.
I have been out in the rain at 6am on a Sunday morning to wave the Olympic flame on its way around the countryside, there I was surrounded by flag waving enthusiastic crowds in their thousands, with breakfasts provided alongside brass bands as we all enjoyed this outpouring of pride and enthusiasm that was nothing short of infectious.
The opening ceremony was on while I was out of the country, but I still YouTubed the Chariots of Fire/Mr Bean, the Queen/James Bond 007 and the lighting of the official flame. I was slowly being immersed in the whole event.
But I work in London and just getting into work was, we were led to believe, going to be a problem (see my earlier blog), but no it didn’t happen.
So for the last two weeks, I found myself watching all the highlights – Michael Phelps winning gold, Le Clos winning the gold for South Africa to the overwhelming pride of his excited father. The British women’s teams rowing to victory, Bolt winning three track golds, the marathons which took the competitors right past my office door. For me, most especially the heptathlon with Jessica Ennis and Mo Farah for his two golds, when it seemed that the nation as a whole held its breath and then exhaled in overwhelmed relief and pride; when 80,000 people in the auditorium roared out the national anthem and wondered why they’d ever worried.
So suffice to say…I was hooked, I am proud of London and what it has achieved, I am reminded why I love this city, why it is one of the best cities in the world. And reminded that I sometimes take it for granted..but when the chips are down – what a place, what an extraordinary two weeks. Drama, tears, excitement, friendships made, hopes dashed and dreams that came true.
And now, the torch has passed, the London Games are over and the cheers subside…if only we could remember this pride, enthusiasm, love of neighbour and goodwill going forward now it’s all over…