My productivity has just fallen through the floor, the
Olympics have begun. Time management is essential right now, scheduling in
several hours of TV viewing whilst acting on my heightened motivation to do
more sport is a healthy challenge. Do not get me wrong, this is not a problem I
am complaining about for one moment.
Great Britain’s medals have started to roll in and that
carnival feeling really is lapping at our shores. It has taken me some time to
join the building Olympic wave of excitement, partly due to spending a relaxing
week switching off in Cornwall. However I am now literally on my way to Rio De
Janeiro to join the World’s greatest sporting event.
Ironically I have struggled to pack by bags and prepare for
this trip to Brazil due to the brilliant distraction of these Games. This will
be the forth consecutive Olympics that I have attended, each in a different
capacity and all special in their unique way. Athens I attended as a young
upcoming Modern Pentathlete on holiday as a GB supporter, Beijing I competed,
London I was part of the BBC commentary team and now I am going as the English
Ground Announcer. There maybe no physical requirements for me but the
experience is still closely comparable to that as an athlete. The last few
years I have been working towards selection and grabbed every opportunity to
demonstrate my knowledge of the sport and my commentary skills. This was
followed by the suspense as I waited for my contract to be confirmed and
flights to be booked. The training for the big day and the buzz in the build up
again has that familiar feeling.
I can not wait to perform my roll and be part of another
Olympic Games. Rio here I come.
