This weekend, with my brother coming home, has been quite sporting. After my exercises with my new hobby on Friday (which resulted in a few bumps and pulls, nothing too serious though), I headed out to the pub to talk about the Olympics, travelling (woo Sweden!) and a few other bits and bobs.
I was seriously wetting myself as well, as the football season began, with myself and two buddies as teh programme editor. I’d be honest, preseason showed glimpses of brilliance mixed with apathy, we questioned whether Colwyn Bay wanted to beat Garforth.
Final score after an injury time penalty – Colwyn Bay 2, Garforth 1, and probably one of the most gritty, passionate performances I’ve ever seen Colwyn Bay play. Plus I got a free pint and we were commended on the excellence of our programme. Next week is Durham, on the coach. I cannot wait.
Finally, I got home at around 6pm, and I was told by my brother to watch the 100m sprint where, quite frankly, history took place in the most incredible fashion.
Usain Bolt, a Jamaican sprinter, ran 100 meters in 9.69 seconds. And he slowed down towards the end. It is approaching my personal best of 9.67 seconds. On Track & Field. With turbo fire switched on.
Quite frankly, it has been the most impressive thing I think I’ve ever seen on the track, and I truely think that anybody with no interest of Athletics couldn’t help but stand in awe of a remarkable time.
Did you see the race? What did you make of it? Oh, and Australia, I do believe your colonial superiors are ahead of you in the medal table .