I’m sad to say that the London 2012 Olympics are all over. This has been an amazing 16 days since the opening ceremony and I enjoyed the game more than I ever thought possible. As the least sporty person you’d ever meet, and as the kind of person who turns over the TV if a sport is on, I even surprised myself at how much I enjoyed the Olympics. Was it just because it was held in the UK? I’ll have to watch Rio and find out. Was it just because Team GB were achieving amazing medals in practically every event? Maybe, because I certainly got into the whole ‘shouting-at-the-telly’ excitement of a GB athlete crossing the finishing line.
Whatever it was, I was gripped throughout the whole Olympic Games and the closing ceremony was bittersweet. I enjoyed the performances (Spice Girls come back!) but had a tear in my eye at more than one point throughout the ceremony. I did not want that Olympic flame to be extinguished! But I couldn’t stop it, and as the London 2012 Olympics raced to a close, I felt proud and a little smug that (in my eyes at least) our Olympics had been the best yet.
