The weather seemed great, which was reassuring. I was almost in disbelief that this day, one I had anticipated for months and months, was finally here. It hadn't sunk in anymore than it had 6 months ago, when I got the email to say I'd been chosen as a torch-bearer out of over 40,000 hopefuls, and I subsequently jumped off my chair in the school library. To this day and probably for a long time, I will never ever feel that excited again. I was going to be part of history, I was in ecstatic disbelief.
I didn't realise that Alex, the tall Russian guy, was actually an Olympic gold medallist swimmer until afterwards. I got chatting to the guy behind me who turned out to be Jason Maguire, last years Grand National winner. He would carry the flame into the racecourse and light the cauldron.