“There are many, many fine reasons not to go, but attempting to climb Everest is an intrinsically irrational act-a triumph of desire over sensibility. Any person who would seriously consider it is almost by definition beyond the sway of reasoned argument.”
-Jon Krakauer (Into Thin Air)
Now I’m not implying that my own little ordeal is comparable to what Krakauer is referencing–not by a long shot. But I have been thinking recently about why I want to do this completely unnecessary and, frankly, kind of self destructive thing
Most people that know me would probably say I’m a curious sort of pup. I like to know things. These same people would probably say that I’m a bit self destructive as well.
I ran 18 miles yesterday and almost everyone I mentioned this to looked kind of appalled. Unless you’re serious or good enough that you could win money, or are raising money for a charity, why do people do these things? There is supposed to be the whole idea that pain makes your other senses more intense. Like picking a hangnail can hurt, but it can also feel really good. Which is gross and I’m really sorry for bringing it up. I always wondered if running wasn’t just a way for people to have a vice that’s socially acceptable, even commendable. I think I’m going to have to research this a little more… To be continued…