ridiculous

How f-ed up does one's head have to be to go for a nice 10 mile run in the morning and then spend the rest of the day being angry for not doing more? I thought I could be happy if I could go for a run...yeah...not so much. I kept feeling like I needed to do more all day but chose not to. When did I become this crazy? Running used to be enough and I was so happy with a run in the morning and I had plenty of time for life. Now all I want to do is exercise and it's turning me even more anxious and anti-social than I already was. I am constantly comparing myself to other people and feeling like I can never be good enough at anything.