Our Olympic Story – part 1

I have been a bit MIA through the summer…i think i might have said that before.

Times when i could have blogged..sort of got sucked up by ‘ooh ill just put the olympics/paralympics on’ and shoooosh that time is sucked into a vortex. Im trying to get back into the swing of things but i am struggling with finding the time. I have to sleep folks…there i said it…even though there are days and nights when i don’t…if i could run on 4 hours sleep then I would be okay..but 6 hours is my minimum really and lately that has been rare….

BUT…Im keen to not let this amazing summer of sport and fabulous moments of history pass by un- documented. We were lucky enough to go to both the Olympic and Paralympic games and so as my twitter and blog friend Older single mum is doing a feature link called #oneweek where you document about the same subject and use photographs for one week. That is going to be my focus this week. My aim is to document our olympic experiences throughout the summer over this week. It has defined our summer so it seems right.

It might take me longer than a week if im honest..im working tonight and i have a certain little girls birthday at the end of the week..but ill just keep going till im done.

So today……it began one very early morning…

We went to London on the 7th August for the morning session of diving and Handball..me and the girls went to the Aquatic Centre and OH and son went to the Copper box. There was much excitement the night before and even in the morning despite the early start. We were kitted out with TeamGB T shirts, socks and face paints! Ready to shout for our side!

One thing struck me on the train, (we are lucky enough to be able to stay with my parents and catch the Javelin train to London which takes an amazing 35 minutes…just about right amount of time for a wriggly toddler to cope with)..anyway the train was packed..people in games maker outfits, others with flags of different nations draped across their shoulders, hats, banners..it was like going to a party. The train attendant stopped to ask the kids what we were going to see…you could see others listening in…curious and then smiling at the kids enthusiasm as they replied. “we are going to see Tom Daley!!”

There was a sense of ease which i havent encountered travelling in London before…yes it was FULL as London always it..but it was friendly. Families, couples, friends and the odd athlete  (yes we saw one very famous one on the escalator up to the park 😉 ) all heading to the same party with the same goal. To enjoy the atmosphere and soak up a bit of that olympic spirit.

and so far we were doing just that…..