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It sounds like a cliche but now the dust has settled, everything is starting to fall into perspective.

It's 48 hours since my World Championship final, where behind the Polish double, and the medal is now looking somewhat scratched, I'm somewhat hungover and racing seems like something that happens to someone else.

It's still taking some time to sink in what this silver medal means to us - the culmination of a season's blood, sweat and tears.

Of course, we would have loved to have won the final but we were beaten by a faster crew; yet again I come up against the home favourites, which seems to be my curse!

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One of the comments on my last blog came from nick2012. I think what he is asking is, why do we have to judge ourselves on Olympic medals? Are the Olympics over-hyped?

I tried to write a reply, but it turned into such a long post I thought it'd be easier to simply include it in a new entry.

So what do the Olympics mean to us? It's hard to know where to begin.

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