Hahaha, as a friend tells it, on of my favorite anecdotes involves me walking for hours is a literal monsune, in a literal wilderness, for hours, stumbling upon an oasis of sorts, being offered shelter and pizza, only to respond with "I'm good but thanks", at which point I walkrd a few more hours, eat cold soup for dinner, and then sleep on the ground. That day was the best. Doing hard things is the best 🙂