I looked in the mirror and thought to myself, I’m fat. I can’t let myself go like this. Here’s the deal. I’ll run when I feel like it. If I don’t get enough sleep or I don’t feel like running then I’m skipping. For the first time ever, I didn’t miss running. I slept like a baby during my hiatus too. I spent time with my wife and kids. Got more work done, and I felt like a productive mere mortal. A refreshing feeling. As fun as that was, I starting watching the P90x and the Insanity infomercials and started thinking…that’s me. I’m already, or was, in freakish shape. What a shame to let all that go to waste. So I’m back to running, no strings attached.