catching the virus?

By the end of May, a thought started creeping up on me at random times, an insidious, disconcerting, disturbing leitmotif, like the edge of an obsession: that I am not doing enough. I would run in the morning, and sense vaguely that I could do better during an evening repeat. My mind would circle back to more running, to cross-training, to a further push, to increased mileage, to upping and improving... sometime further during the day...

Not that I meant to really do it. Not that I actually entertained the thought. I already had enough to deal with as it were. It's just that I was encountering this constant feeling that I am not doing enough. As if I were contaminated by the drive to run...