My Olympic Moment

There's an infectious Olympic meme doing the rounds and Herecomethegirls has spread it to me. Once the gymnastics is over, I have very little interest in the Olympics, but I am a sporting spirit and so here's my contribution to London 2012.

If every-day tasks were Olympic events what would you get a gold medal in?

I am expert in the art of deferment. I can spend so many hours wondering whether I ought to start some cleaning that there's no time left to locate the duster. I neglect my in-tray for cunning numbers of weeks so that the tasks within it become obsolete before I have to confront them and, by the time I've put off hanging the washing out for a day, it smells so funny I have to re-run the cycle and delay the extertion. Heck, I've even found Christmas cards I never got round to posting the previous year so it spares me having to write another batch on Christmas Eve. I also excel at slug-baiting, although I know blood sports are out of fashion these days. 

As a child (or now even) did you excel at a particular sport and if so which one?

I was always dextrous at tree-climbing which must be a sport because it has its own world championships. I can also dangle upside down for long periods from one knee. Does that count as gym?

Michael Phelps (swimmer) or Michael Johnson (runner) – which sport appeals to you more?
Never heard of either of them, but if the sea is savage enough, I always enjoy a swim.

How fast can you get out of bed and ready to go out the door if you miss the alarm and sleep in?
I never oversleep because I have two back-up alarms: one is my children who come tunnelling up the duvet when they feel dawn has started and the other is PG Tips which is borne to my pillow at 7am every morning. If both failed, I could probably do it in about half an hour. I refuse to leave the house without digesting toast and marmalade.

What fantasy sport would you like to see made into an Olympic event?
Quidditch.

Claim-to-fame time: have you ever met an Olympian and who was it?

I've never knowingly met one, but here's a mesmerising fact: I used to live 200 yards from the track where Roger Bannister ran the first four-minute mile. If I'd moved in 50 years earlier I'd have been an eye-witness.

What event in past Olympics can you remember most vividly?

Have there been other Olympics then?

Tuning in at home, or tickets clamped ready in sweaty palms?

I'll be tuning in at home so that I can plant my children in front of synchronised swimming for the afternoon while I go and repot my tomato plants. But not if it clashes with Have I Got News For You?.

Who do you think most deserves a gold medal (any walk of life not just Olympians)?
Carmen Miranda. She was the first person who made me realise that bananas could be harnessed as millinery as well as nourishing energy boosters.




I shall pass the baton to two great sports, Dadandproud in celebration of his new blog and Reluctanthousedad who can has Olympian skills with a chicken carcass and who never lets me down. I shall also challenge Motherventing because I enjoy her exasperation when she's tagged.

Comments

  1. Reluctant Housedad1 June 2012 at 12:09

    If 'dangling upside down from one knee' isn't already an Olympic sport, then it should be! Great post, as always. Thanks for tagging me. Going to bookmark and write up nearer to the Big Event. This blogging lark is a marathon, not a sprint :)

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  2. Iota 1 June 2012 at 13:27

    Maybe banana harnessing could be a new Olympic sport.

    My children's dental hygienist's husband is competing in the decathlon, if he gets through the final qualifiers. He is Lithuanian, and qualified for the Beijing Olympics (yes, there have been others), but couldn't compete because of some political row (between the Chinese and the Lithuanians? sounds so unlikely). I'm sure you are very interested in this...

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  3. northernmum1 June 2012 at 18:16

    I so love you! More tree climbing blog's I say x

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  4. Anonymous1 June 2012 at 19:02

    Swimming in a savage sea sounds slightly suspect.

    Thanks SO MUCH for tagging me. I'm going to do it now. *throws rocks at your windows*

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  5. Rebecca English1 June 2012 at 21:30

    Sorry for the tag, but you're going to march these things sooner or later so you might as well get it over with and start building up an immunity.

    I have no idea who Carman Miranda is but she looks far mote entertaining than a shot putter so fair enough - medal her up!

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  6. Bloggomy7 June 2012 at 14:20

    Great answers - my meme torch continues ;)

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