As celebration parties went, it was ridiculously tame. As a special operative working in different foreign countries for many years, he had never lost control or broken his discipline, because doing so could cost a life. His life was less dangerous now, but he noticed his that teammates followed a similarly strict routine. This celebration consisted of a meal of low-fat protein to rebuild muscle after their race and high-density fresh vegetables with a small amount of pasta for some carbohydrates. The raciest thing he saw on the table was a yogurt smoothie. “You guys really know how to pa-a-a-rty,” he said as he walked up to the table. It had taken him a little longer to get to the celebration, as several media members had wanted individual interviews with him. Though he’d done the talking, he had turned all the attention away from himself and focused on the job the team had done. There had been several photographers taking pictures in the media room. The one he was most interested in had been noticeably absent.
