I’m somewhat stealing this post idea from Sophie’s awesome blog Be Pretty Fit, but couldn’t resist a quick post about my Olympics tickets as I’m pretty excited!

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I have tickets for Freestyle Wrestling at ExCeL on Friday 10th August (which also happens to be my birthday!) I have no clue about wrestling (the closest thing I’ve seen is being forced to watch the UFC by my boyfriend) but I don’t really care, I’m just happy to be going to see something – and there’s a medal ceremony included in the session I’m seeing!

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I also then saw that you could get tickets just for entry into the Olympic Park, so snapped up some of those for entry in the afternoon of Monday 30th July. As you can’t get into any of the venues with this ticket, this might just turn into an afternoon of queuing, buying over priced food and drink and just generally getting hot, squashed and bothered, but I think swimming is on whilst I’ll be there, so the atmosphere should be awesome.

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Olympics fever has definitely hit!

On Thursday (28th June), the Olympic Torch Relay finally passed through Nottingham. I was, rather geekily, way too excited about this. In fact, a month ago on the 29th May I had a moment of madness and thought I’d missed it. Then I remembered it wasn’t arriving until June.

Last week, the usual panic stricken emails flew around the office warning everyone of travel chaos. Everyone just seemed bothered about their journeys to and from work. I was the only one subject to Olympics fever.

I do a kind of reverse commute – I live in the middle of Nottingham and commute three miles out of the city centre to get to work, so to get to the torch meant heading towards home. Anticipating grid lock later in the day, I left work just after 3pm. On my home I passed through the Old Market Square (the scene of the evening’s main evening’s celebrations), all the TV crews were setting up in preparation.

There were plenty of stalls set up, mostly run by the Torch Relay’s three main sponsors, but also this union jack cart.

In the Market Square, there was an awesome atmosphere, I couldn’t believe how many people were out. Loud music, big screens and road closures all added up to a festival atmosphere. I was in the same place to see the Queen on her Jubilee visit a few weeks ago, but there were more people out for the flame. I decided to head up to the Lace Market area for the relay as the route was a lot sparser.

The first police bike to come through stopped for a high five.

The thing that struck me most is the sheer amount of sponsorship surrounding the relay. I’ve been listening to all the coverage on the Chris Moyles show on Radio 1 and have even had a few quick views of the live webcam on the BBC website. Obviously none of this shows or mentions the mass sponsorship convoy that precedes the actual torch relay – we had three huge floats packed with promo guys and gals from the three sponsors pass by us about 10 minutes before the flame. There were promo people walking the route, and it became evident that their main job was to try and get in as many camera shots as possible. I know that none of the relay would be possible without the sponsorship, but it did seem to divert a little away from the real point of it all.

Just before the torchbearer came through the union jack lined route was the biggest police bike convoy.

Finally the torch came through our stretch. A quick look on the extensive BBC torch relay website and I found out that this was 64 year old Barry O’Dowd who set up and runs Bulwell Hall Boxing Club in Nottingham. All his friends and family were stood just to the left of me being interviewed for BBC Radio Nottingham – cheering very loudly, they were clearly very proud.

The flame heads off into the sun towards Old Market Square, where it then got handed over to Torvill and Dean who lit the cauldron which marked the end of day 41.

Not running shoes, but I got some new sneakers today that I’m just so excited about I had to post a quick picture.

I’ve never really been into trainers, in fact I don’t think I own any that I don’t run in (which is only two pairs). But for some reason recently I’ve been obsessed with checking out other people’s footwear, especially when down in London and have got to the point that I’m starting to covert so many pairs I’ve dedicated a whole¬†Pinterest board.

So, the first pair of what I fear will now be a growing trainer collection are these Superga House of Holland collaboration lilac leopard plimsolls. In a massive day-after-payday cliche, a huge asos delivery arrived at work for me today, but these are by far my favourites.

Now I just need to keep me and my start of the month bank balance out of Niketown this weekend.

I bought my new kicks here

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A couple of weeks ago, my two best friends (the ones I talked about it a post published a mere 36 hours before), were in the pub together, and they read my blog, along with my Twitter feed. What was revealed to them was the life that I had been hiding from them – all the people I talk to and interact with over Twitter and various blogs. My decision not to drink anything during November. And my motivations, fears, thoughts and pledges that I have been putting out there, into the virtual universe.

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