FARK-ing HELL!
Great day yesterday. Finally NZ is on the medal table with two golds, a silver and two bronzes. Not bad for a country with just over 4 million people.
Huge awesomeness for Caroline and Georgina Evers-Swindell who won Gold for the women's doubles at the rowing for the second Olympics in a row! Given that their lead-up to the Olympics was troubled in that that there performances were poor, people had written them off for serious medal contention. But they bloody did it! One hundredth of a second in front of the Germans! Freakin' awesome!
Our other Gold went to Valerie Vili who effortlessly destroyed the women's shot-put with her first throw. Amazing stuff!
The silver went to single-pursuit cyclist Hayden Roulston who went fantastically against world number one Bradley Wiggins from Britain, (Britain also winning bronze in an impressive race against Russia.) Pretty good for a bloke with a bum ticker.
One of the Bronzes went to Men's pair rowers George Bridgewater and Nathan Twaddle. No doubt my old English teacher will be celebrating given the fact that she was the one who introduced Bridgewater to rowing in the first place.
The last medal, (in reality the first one earned but last on my list,) a Bronze, was probably the most impressive. I had respect for Mahe Drysdale before; he was a three-time world champion and our favourite to win a Gold but now I have a whole new respect for him. The story behind this was that Drysdale had gotten ill at the beginning of the week; this kept getting worse. In the quarter finals he was a very narrow first, in the semis he was almost knocked out of the competition coming in third, the slowest of all the qualifiers. On Thursday Drysdale, who had lost 4kg in three days due to vomiting, was put on a drip to try and regain some strength. However he lost what weight he gained the following night because of whatever stomach bug he had got. Saturday for the final he lined up with the best of them on an outside lane given his narrow qualifying race. Drysdale was coming first until the last hundred meters at which point his illness hit. The poor bloke was throwing up before he had even finished. He collapsed after the race, unable to row to the dock and had to be taken off the course by a medical boat, still vomiting, and after being taken to the medical tent and given oxygen he passed out. When he came to he had to be supported by four others to make it to the medal ceremony. The effects of the illness gradually wore off and Drysdale recovered enough to accept his medal and go to cheer on the Evers-Swindell twins in their race. Apparently he can't even remember the end of the race.
After being ill all week, loosing a lot of weight and contesting an Olympic title against the best rowers in the world. Given all that and still winning a medal and leading for most of the race - honestly, as proud as I am of the two Golds I think Drysdale's medal is just worth so much more. The guy's a legend.