Everyone keeps talking about how we are going to be so inspired by these Olympics we will all be fitter but I think we are all getting considerably lazier. All this lying on the settee with a glass of wine and bag of crisps marvelling at the achievements of the athletes. The only exercise most of us get these days is reaching for the tissues when our eyes involuntarily start watering to the national anthem and the sight of an athlete kissing a gold medal.
What I would also like to know is how someone like me who hates flags and national things, has been reduced to crying at the sight of the Union Jack? AND how is it that the national anthem is the only moment I feel like doing a bit of exercise, and carefully have to resist the urge to stand to attention, saluting the TV.
What about those horsey types too! What are they made of?
Mostly platinum by all accounts.
Break your back, neck, rupture your spleen, pin it all back together, get back on a horse and win a gold medal.
They are so brave, jumping over terrifyingly high fences, designed to lull you into a false sense of security by looking like Toy Town. I tried riding - once there were some logs lying on the ground.
I was scared as my horse trotted over them.
The gymnasts! Spinning, whirling, bouncing, looking for all the world like they are made of rubber, as well as being superhumanly strong and bendy, and brave.
Really brave.
Then you have those cyclists, looking like aliens from another world. Strangely half cartoon, half insect as they pick out an orbit in the velodrome.
I am in awe.
What I would also like to know is how someone like me who hates flags and national things, has been reduced to crying at the sight of the Union Jack? AND how is it that the national anthem is the only moment I feel like doing a bit of exercise, and carefully have to resist the urge to stand to attention, saluting the TV.
What about those horsey types too! What are they made of?
Mostly platinum by all accounts.
Break your back, neck, rupture your spleen, pin it all back together, get back on a horse and win a gold medal.
They are so brave, jumping over terrifyingly high fences, designed to lull you into a false sense of security by looking like Toy Town. I tried riding - once there were some logs lying on the ground.
I was scared as my horse trotted over them.
The gymnasts! Spinning, whirling, bouncing, looking for all the world like they are made of rubber, as well as being superhumanly strong and bendy, and brave.
Really brave.
Then you have those cyclists, looking like aliens from another world. Strangely half cartoon, half insect as they pick out an orbit in the velodrome.
I am in awe.
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