Today began early as I made my
way to Westfield Shopping Centre to meet my friend Cathy from Uni before she
went into the Park to watch the evening’s athletics in the stadium. It was lovely to see her – I’ve
been in the Olympic Bubble and pretty cut off from everyone. Before meeting her, I also had a chat with
one of Team GB’s physiotherapists in Next as I perused the Team GB scarves.
When I arrived at the Village
I found it might be a slow day, to my disappointment. I always like the 3 o’clock changeover, when
I get to see everyone in the team and have a quick chat before they head off home.
My slow day, however, only
lasted a few minutes, as before long Artemio asked me if I wanted to go to
the Velodrome with some of the officials.
Of course, I jumped at the chance, taking the bus with them from the
village. Unfortunately I couldn’t sit
with the Venezuelans, but I was able to stand nearby. Standing or sitting, I was so happy and
grateful to be there. The building was
amazing – a giant oval shape with a wooden track, with the riders in the
centre. You just don’t get the right
impression of the size when you watch it on television. We were just in time to watch the British
break a World Record, with the finish line very near to where I had been
standing. I wasn’t sure if I should try
not to show emotion, but,, in all honesty, it was difficult when so many riders
– British, Venezuelan or anyone else – were doing so well right there in front
of me. It was also difficult not to be
moved by the home crowd, whose roars of support followed the British riders
around the track like a very loud Mexican wave, or a very large stereo sound
system.
Following that was a 120 Lap
Race that was part of a medley of races called the Omnium. Artemio came and spoke to me during the
introduction so I still don’t really know what was going on, but I enjoyed it
all the same, especially cheering on a German who lapped the other riders
several times. There were also some
heats for the Men’s Sprint – a sort of mind game where two riders pedal slowly
around the track twice, teasing and tricking each other, until the last lap
where they pedal it to the end. This was
one of my favourite events to watch, as it was so tactical, and the commentator
was very good. However, I was annoyed that
the Venezuelan rider got relegated to the repercharge after breaking a rule to
do with lines, similarly to Victoria Pendleton.
It would have been wonderful to see Venezuela win another medal on my
watch!
However, before I had to leave
I managed to watch Dani King, Laura Trott and Joanna Roswell win the Women’s
Team Pursuit. I felt tears in my eyes as
the roars following the women around the stadium, as they had done with Jason
Kenny previously, growing louder as it became clear they had the
advantage. It was such a unique,
emotional moment – one I may never hear again – but I’m so glad I got the
opportunity. I was so proud of my
country’s sportspeople and spectators and had I been allowed to stay I’m sure
tears would have broken free for the National Anthem and the spontaneous
rendition of Hey Jude. Alas, I had to
leave, and couldn't take the bus this time. The Velodrome was
kept at a constant 28oC heat to facilitate the riders’ speed. But it doesn’t matter at all – I saw the
competition, and my walk back allowed me to reflect on how lucky I am to be
here, doing this.
Team GB won so many medals
today. We’re the centre of the world. Everyone’s watching us do this right. The people I talk to on the Tube from all
over the world are so happy to be a part of this, to chat with me and tell me
their stories. When I wrote my Opening Ceremony entry I said I couldn’t be more proud of my country. Today, in the Velodrome, I was proven
wrong. And I’m so glad I was.
Try not to explode from pride. :D
ReplyDelete