Ian and I made it home from a rainy week in Wales yesterday (more about that later/below) and then zipped back down to London today to meet up with some friends and watch the women’s marathon. I got a text on the way down that said “weather should be clear!” which meant that it poured for two hours, until we gave up and went into a pub. Then it cleared up until we left the pub. Then it rained again.
There’s been a whole lot of Olympic fever going on, and getting to see it in person was pretty cool – and the press wagon, featuring lots of ponchos and expensive cameras, was pretty hilarious (almost as exciting as the race itself). That said, Olympic runners go realllllly fast, and actually watching the whole race from a pub was ultimately more entertaining that standing in the rain watching people go by – we didn’t get any of the drama until we started watching it on TV, and could see who was actually competing and watch their progress over time. And in the afternoon, the weather took a turn for the absolutely perfect, so we laid in the grass in Green Park and goofed around and it was perfect.