You can wish as hard as you like but all that really matters is the shape you're in on the day of the race. I've always felt these really big races aren't necessarily won by whoever is the fastest. They're won by the athlete who is the smartest and in the best shape on the day.

I deliberately returned slowly to training after Raphael was born and everything, apart from being bitten by a dog while out training in Monaco at the beginning of the year, has gone pretty well.

Today was not about times, it was about getting in there, enjoying the race, and enjoying the atmosphere

I've been to three Olympics and I don't feel I've ever quite achieved my best at any of them.

I actually got a nice surprise about being a mother because I expected it to be harder and to have to make more adaptations.

Actually I don't choose to expose myself in public. I choose to compete; the other side just comes with the package.

We, as athletes, have our suspicions about who's cheating, but I'm not convinced that the testing has yet caught up with what people are using or what they are using to disguise it.