I have spent the past few mornings catching up on the Olympics. This has been a very pleasant experience as each time I turn on the TV it seems like Britain has won yet another gold medal.

As a nation we Brits are not used to celebrating sporting success. In fact we somewhat have a reputation of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Some of the “failures” I suspect were around media hype about our real potential. Or maybe it is about our own belief in our abilities.

One of the best stories for me is in the women’s cycling. Rebecca Romero took gold and Wendy Houvenhaghel the silver. The ladies were justifiably proud of their achievement. Who wouldn’t be.

After speaking to Rebecca the interviewer turned to Wendy and asked her if she ever dreamed of standing on an Olympic winners rostrum. And she said   - yes she had.

Wow! Such honesty. I am not sure that that would have been a question asked anywhere else in the world. But here in Britain we don’t really do that dreaming stuff well. We might well do the dreaming but are reluctant to admit it for fear of getting above ourselves.

But without the dream what was she aiming for?

I am an armchair sportsperson. Any exercise I take is for pleasure - not competition. So I am not ideally placed to comment on focus, dreams or goals in any sport.

But I do know that in life in general having a dream, and setting goals to achieve that dream  - is wonderfully powerful.

Congratulations to all of our Olympic medal winners so far.

Keep living the dream.