Fun is complicated
Backpacking the Lochaber Traverse (p30) “THE DAY I take up jogging is the day I see someone smiling when they do it.” I can’t remember who said that, but this insight often pops into my mind, usually as I’m doing something ridiculous like stepping outside, dressed in minimal clothing, with the aim of running around for several miles in the swirling, frigid darkness of a winter storm. Why am I doing this, I wonder, when instead I could be slumping on the sofa making the most of my Netflix subscription in the centrally heated house that I work hard and pay good money to live in? Why choose suffering over comfort? Running, whilst it has its moments, isn’t something that I unambiguously ‘enjoy’ in the same way I enjoy, say, eating a…