Going to the Olympics was kind of like going to Santa’s workshop, if Santa’s workshop was experiencing an extreme heatwave. The whole thing was like a fantasy land, yet familiar and comfortable. We all know about the Olympics. It’s a bunch of fit people doing rad sport stuff on the TV and we get to sit at home and cheer everyone on. Recently I found myself stood in the middle of it all, with my manky climber’s feet and cragly hands.
