Like most people, I’m one of those middle of the road Olympic supporters. I’ll tune into the games and veg out while pretending to understand a new and unusual sport after just a few minutes (synchronized diving anyone?). I don’t mind giving up a month of television (or whatever people are complaining about these days) to an inspiring competition between nations. And I’ll certainly take pride in any medals awarded to our Canadian athletes.
I love seeing my country come together every couple of years to cheer on our athletes.
I love to watch the athletes compete after working so hard to hone their skills. However, I must admit that I was much more excited for the Winter Games, held in Canada just two years ago. I remember interrupting Christmas dinner with my ex-boyfriend (we celebrated a few days early) to run out into the streets of Toronto and watch as the Winter Olympic torch was carried past. And, of course, celebrating shamelessly when our Men’s Hockey Team won the gold. The country was alight with pride – and I hope that the British enjoy a taste of the Olympic fever in the weeks to come.