Sometimes I wonder whether I'm missing something by training so much during the summer.  I got outside with so much purpose, that at times I don't feel like I'm really enjoying the weather, or the scenery as it blows past me.  There is beauty all around me, and yet I'm concentrating so much on pushing myself to go a little further, or a little faster.  The sun warms my skin, and yet I'm worrying about how much hotter it makes me.  A cool breeze blows, and I'm upset that it's blowing in my face and slowing me down.

I worry that instead of other things distracting from training, my training distracts me from other things.