Spending every afternoon and evening glued to the Olympics had me pondering about sport.
I was a child in an era when school sport meant team sports (netball in the summer and hockey in the winter) or gymnastics. I was no good at any of them. On the hockey pitch on damp, cold, Co Durham afternoons I first learnt that I am completely incapable of anything that involves hitting a ball with a piece of wood. I just can’t do it. I’m equally bad at tennis, badminton, rounders, crazy golf…..you name it. Continue reading