For those like me, who are not sporty in the slightest, the thought of a Summer filled with sweaty lycra-clad people gracing my television screen is one which fills me with dread.
We’ve had Euro 2012. That seemed to last for around 5 years. Then a decade of Wimbledon. OK, I may be slightly exaggerating, but every time I put the TV on, there seems to be someone running, kicking a ball, hitting a ball, swinging a golf club or jumping over a hurdle! Call me old-fashioned, but wasn’t television invented so that we didn’t need to break into sweat just watching it?
I think it is fair to say that I am underwhelmed by the pre-Olympic Games coverage. Where’s the appeal to people like me, who regard any major sporting event in the same way as a trip to the dentist? I am sure that I will enter into the spirit of things and watch the opening ceremony. The sense of occasion and colourful spectacle is bound to endear itself to even the laziest couch potato. Perhaps, the big build up will now begin in earnest and I will hear less about security issues and Olympic lanes on the M4 – neither of these give me any cause for concern as I sit in Scotland – and hear more about why I should be watching.
But, as it stands, once the athletics start, I’m off and you won’t see me for dust!