Things I learned before the Games:
1) That beige polyester slacks are extremely unforgiving.
2) An awful lot about gymnastics, given the bulk of my time was to be spent at the North Greenwich Arena (aka The O2 - or, if you are as slow to adapt to change as I am, the Dome) with a lot of extremely bendy and talented athletes.
With a media background it made sense to be doing a media role - in my case working with the Olympic News Service to get quotes from the gymnasts after their performances.
Nerve-wracking? Without a doubt, especially when many didn't speak English so it meant working with translators to get what we needed in the short time we had. There were plenty of occasions when I rued not keeping up my Russian - though at least I managed greetings and thank yous (in Italian, Japanese and Hebrew too...I'm a regular polyglot as long as you require nothing more than hello, goodbye, thank you and the numbers 1-10)
Highlights? Where do I start?! Walking out in my uniform every day and feeling so, so proud to be a part of it all. Getting to see amazing action that I would never have had the privilege of seeing otherwise.
Learning about gymnastics - artistic and rhythmic - and trampolining. Meeting fantastic people - from the team I worked with...
...to medallists galore including Gaby Douglas (USA - gold in team and individual all-around), Beth Tweddle and Dmitry Ushakov (Russia - silver in trampoline). And oh the excitement of being only centimetres from that silver medal as he talked about his performance.
My uniform marked me out as a games maker wherever I was - be it at the arena, or en route on the tube or in the street. I had my photo taken with Brazilian football fans who wanted a souvenir of their trip (bless - trousers and all)...
(My favourite was at a suburban bus stop when an 80-something woman beckoned me over...then asked me could I find out what time the boxing started.)
The infectious enthusiasm of everyone from toddlers to pensioners was one of the best things of all.
But now my stint is over, my uniform laundered and stored away. I'm missing all of it (yes, even the slacks).
It was hard work, often tiring, sometimes stressful. It meant using up most of my holiday and begging countless favours from friends and family to look after small girl ("Oh mummy, are you Olympic-ing again?")
But was it worth it? Without a doubt. It was an honour and a privilege to be part of it - and I'd do the whole thing again in a heartbeat.