You know, this has been a somewhat challenging Olympic Games to cover. From the limitations at the pre-Olympic camp in Birmingham to the regular rigours of day-to-day coverage of the Games itself, London 2012 is a test for athletes as well as it is for journalists.
Heavy snoring and reporters 'bucking' left, right, and centre on the shuttle buses heading back to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning, is testament to the work that goes into covering an event of this magnitude and the toll it takes.
Time is like money in Jamaica; there just isn't enough of it. The day moves quickly, deadlines approach quickly, 3 a.m. arrives quickly - time to go 'home', 7:30 a.m. arrives quickly - time to get out of bed, and we do it all again, all while running up and down for interviews, following leads, trying to keep up with all items of news.
It's a crazy cycle and oddly enough, you fall right in line after a matter of time. You learn to sleep when you can; like on the bus on the way home at 3 a.m. or during certain 'not-too-exciting' events.
That didn't work out for a German journalist the other day, who fell asleep in the tribune, but must have overslept and missed an event he needed to see.
He was rather upset as he felt his colleague should have alerted him; miserable much, everyone seems a bit grumpy at times, but what else can you expect from a bunch of folk, who work long hours and don't get enough sleep.
I had a good laugh the other day as RJR reporter Kayon Raynor and I ran through the corridors of the London Olympic Stadium, trying to catch one of the shuttle buses back to the Main Press Centre.
Ok, well to tell the truth, I was running, Raynor was doing something entirely different, but it's the reaction of a volunteer that had me in stitches.
"Are you guys athletes?" she asked, a fair question since we were both wearing Jamaican jackets.
"Well I know I look like one," I replied. "But I'm actually a journalist."
I was going to tell her of my 100m exploits in the Media race some time ago when I easily outsprinted RJR's Jermaine Brown and a few others, including my own Editor Audley Boyd (that's my story and I'm sticking to it, this is my column anyway LOL). Frankly, after that beating that he got, I'm surprised that I still have a job. Anyway, I decided against telling her my story.
"Well you look like an athlete," she said to me.
"He looks like a manager or a coach, or he could be a shot putter," she said in reference to Raynor.
By the way, I blame top Jamaican and athletics coaches, Stephen Francis and Glen Mills, for leading the young lady into thinking that every coach must have big belly. LOL!!!