This might sound a little cray cray but I think missing (opting) not to do one of my 20 milers a few Sundays ago was one of the best things that could have happened this training cycle. In fact I did not run at all that Sunday. I chose (had I chosen to run there would have been family hell to pay; I’ve been known to be a bit selfish occasionally) BUT I put on my big girl pants and took one for the team. The bathroom had to get finished to a certain point because the plumbers were coming Monday morning. It was sanding, painting, and child rearing all day. Choosing to skip the run actually chilled me out. This running thing, although needed, is extra. Have I sacrificed things to be able to run? Yes. Gotten babysitters? Yep. Do I feel entitled just a bit to be able to run or more aptly train for marathons? Yes, again. Missing the 20 miler though kinda helped me realize that this hobby is really a luxury in a sense. I’m lucky to afford the crap (shoes, books, watches, oh yeah, crazy race fees AND traveling fees). I am lucky I can afford the time (paying for a babysitter is kinda a dirty feeling just to run for 3 straight hours). I’m lucky my health allows me to run, and that my family is heathy and for the most hopeful foreseeable future will continue to be. So I just needed to chill the F out and put things into perspective. It’s funny though that a silly bathroom remodel prompted such thoughts of butterflies and ponies. Ever since skipping that 20 miler my runs have been much more focused. I don’t know what switch was flicked but something has changed (for now anyway) and I like it. It feels more purposeful; why I started running in the first place.