Until the 11th August, I have only one personality trait: Olympics. Between now and then, you’ll find me nowhere besides my sofa, disputing scores awarded to athletes competing in sports I’ve never tried nor fully understand, while snacking on M&S’s Thai chilli rice crackers. I will wake up thinking about archery and the obscure names given to BMX tricks, and will also, at least once a day, have the deluded thought that, with a little training, perhaps I too could be an Olympian.
Fortunately for supporters, I won’t be representing Team GB anytime soon. This I can say with certainty because, besides the fact I’ve never in my life been particularly athletically gifted, just this week I completed an Olympian’s actual training session. In my local Virgin Active. And it turns out I could not, in fact, hack it as an athlete.
