Golds are like Buses.....................

I really don't know where to start with today's blog. I awoke at 7am with the excitement and enthusiasm of a small child going on their most favourite holiday. I showered then got into mu full Union Jack regalia. I decided as it was Olympic season then no one would think it mad and so it turned out to be true. I was fairly normal compared to some of the outfits. The scary thing was, en route to Stratford Station I suddenly became a bit panicky. This was my moment, the experience i had yearned for for most of my life and the experience id hoped for for the last 2 years. What if it was not what i wanted it to be? What if it was a let down?
I needn't have worried guys - the whole day was everything i could have wished for and more. It was quiet when i arrived at Stratford station - no problems getting there at all. It was full of volunteers especially the ones we have seen on the news shouting through the loud hailers. God love them they are doing a great job but i would not wanted to be around them all day - not enough happy pills in the world to deal with that for more that 20 mins at a time. There was a lovely man who was handing out sweeties in exchange for a smile - how cute!
We got into the park and it was really quiet. No queues for anything which made the cider buying particularly easy.

It was not long before we settled in front of the big screen to watch the rowing and OMG how magical it was. I can now say i was in the Olympic Park on the grassy hill with thousands of others cheering home our first gold medal. It was a truly magical experience. Everyone sat tensed and oohed and aahed at the correct time and in the end Team GB destroyed the field. The scenes were phenomenal - we drank terribly rotten rose wine but pretended it was the drink of champions.We felt like we deserved gold by just getting to the bottom of it. When the national anthem finally played the atmosphere was brilliant. Everyone stood to celebrate our first gold medal and first ever gold medal in women's rowing - well done ladies. We were also interviewed for Reuters waxing lyrical about all things Olympic and Golden :-)

We continued to wander round the amazing venue and got very excited outside BBC Centre. They had volunteers blocking off the path so we stood by the fence to see who they were bringing out. Could it be the rowers? Could it be Tom Daly? The gymnasts perhaps? The volunteers kept the secret assuring us they did not know why they were having to block the road but all would become clear. After 20 minutes waiting in anticipation we got our answer - a van arrived with cherry picker and 2 men to change a light bulb outside the centre ha ha How we laughed to disguise our embarrassment that we had all stood expecting sporting royalty, however we now know the answer to the question how many folk does it take to change a light bulb???

Just when we thought the day could not get any better we once again found ourselves at the big screen for Bradley Wiggins in the time trial and again it was gold and bronze for Team GB. The sun was out and thousands joined in and we cheered. Just to top things off at the park altogether, on the way out I met my athletics hero Kriss Akabusi. He ran the anchor leg of the men's 4x400m relay when GB won gold in World Championships in Tokyo in 1991. I got my picture taken with him and said "You were the reason i did my Duke of Edinburgh award an you came to Inverkeithing High School when i was 13" - he said straight away that was in 1992 eh?  Unbelievable

I left the park at 5pm and headed to meet some friends to go to Somerset House which has been turned into Casa de Brazil for the duration of the games. It was a great way to finish off what had been a dream come true. 2 Gold medals, a silver and 2 bronze, meeting your sporting hero and being bathed in sunshine - days don't come much better than this. I went to bed a very happy and content girlie !!!!