While driving down the mountain late last night I did the math and figured that I had worked 76 hours this week.
I was disappointed. I didn't win for working the most, nor did I win for being the most healthy. Each of the good habits I'd built up over the past few months (cooking my own meals instead of getting take-out, actually eating breakfast and lunch during the work week, exercising every day) disappeared as the work demands rose. On top of that, I have a cold that hit while at the hotel Friday night and a vicious double-cold-sore that erupted at the meet Saturday. I am not healthy, nor do I win the dedication-to-the-job award.