I didn’t expect to be interested in the Olympics, but I have been drawn in and found them fascinating. I have found myself sometimes cheering, sometimes jeering, and sometimes welling up with emotion.
What is it like to train solidly for 4 or 8 years, and for it all to come right on the day, so you get the gold? Amazing! Or does it feel strangely hollow the next day when it’s all over?
But what if you train just as hard for just as long and come fourth? Or don’t even make the final? What about the Chinese guy who finished the 10 km outdoor swim after the medal ceremony had finished, and the Chinese crowd turned their backs on him?
Or the Chinese pistol shooter who was forced to apologise tearfully for letting his entire country down: all 3,000,000,000 of them - including the fat lazy ones who have never done any sport in their lives?
What is the mentality that makes someone focus that long and hard on one pointless activity? Are the athletes heroes, to be admired for their dedication and determination? Or are they idiots?
If only my life were so easy that I could judge my daily and weekly success by reference to a single number on a record sheet. Are these athletes hiding from real life, normal human relationships, and from making mature life decisions by focussing on something that is no more than glorified play?
With so many people in our society poorly educated and underemployed, is sport an excellent diversion for their energies and enthusiasm? Would the world be a better place if our kids all did athletics, gymnastics, or other sports?
What do you learn for coping with vitory and defeat? Shanaze Reade (BMX) at 19 did herself huge credit for coping so courteously and matter of factly with inane questions from a journalist when she thought she had broken her hand, she was bruised all over, and had just seen the gold medal disappear from her grasp. She must have wanted to cry, to lash out, and to ask the journalist how many prizes he had won, but she handled herself like a lady.
But the reaction of the Taekwondo bloke who kicked the referee in the head was rather less admirable. And I thought that martial arts was all about personal discipline, dignity and respect.
The New Zealand rower who had to be helped from his boat and carried to the sick bay on a stretcher. Was it worth it? Hero or fool?
Paul Radcliffe: record holder, heroine, devastated for finishing the marathon on one leg, and still faster than any one of us could have done it on two legs.
Tom Daley, 7th in the high diving at 14 years old. I saw him interviewed today and he spoke like a 25 year old. Is that testament to the power of sport to help people develop, or evidence of a lost childhood? Is he missing out on girls, McDonalds and Nintendo? Or are his “normal” friends missing out on a lifetime of sporting achievement.