The idea of the comic is a feeling I had, about the race I was running. I was close to finishing my PhD, but I was seriously considering quitting. It seemed like my goals had shifted since starting the program, and I felt like I would be perfectly satisfied to trek out on a new path.
I was dissatisfied with the version above, since the middle frame didn't convey the notion of being distracted by thought, so I hired another person to do the comic.
I remembered this comic just now while listening to Lana Del Rey's Born To Die "Feet don't fail me now / Take me to the finish line." It turns out that I did finish my PhD, but I still wrestle with whether I should finish some of the races I start. For instance, this whole post is a distraction from a little TurkPad utility I'm writing, and may not finish...