You’d think I was the one who played five sets of tennis today. I thought I was going to get a head start on the coming week, or at least pick up the pieces of the past week. After getting up early to watch the Wimbledon final this morning, I didn’t have anything left for the rest of the day.

I can only imagine how Roger and Andy must have been feeling – especially Andy, having played well enough to win and then having lost anyway. I never feel I’ve done my best unless I win, but then I’m not up against the best ever. Someone had to lose, but doing your job at such a high level for that long, and then getting the second place trophy, has to be devastating. But the same could have been said no matter which of the two won.

Since I didn’t actually lift a racquet (much less swing it), I should have been well rested after lounging for four hours while Andy and Roger did all the work. It turns out that four hours of watching can be as exhausting as four hours of playing. That’s what I tell myself when I end up not being able to get out of the recliner. It’s a good thing there was baseball on TV, or I might have spent another four hours staring at a blank screen.

Now that the weekend is over, I realize I should have just decided before it started that I wasn’t going to try to get any work done. If I’d dedicated myself to better sleeping habits (as I think I tried to talk myself into when this all started), I might be facing Monday with a better attitude. Instead, I’ve disappointed myself again, and it’s going to take some effort to get back on track. I could never be a successful athlete, with a work ethic that saggy and limp. I can admire Andy and Roger, but I can’t seem to emulate them.