Youíd 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 didnít have anything left for the rest of the day.
I can only imagine how Roger and Andy must have been feeling Ė especially Andy, having played well enough to win and then having lost anyway. I never feel Iíve done my best unless I win, but then Iím 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 didnít 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. Thatís what I tell myself when I end up not being able to get out of the recliner. Itís a good thing there was baseball on TV, or I might have spent another four hours staring at a blank screen.