I do not know if this is as difficult as it looks.

 

Why do people do things that are hard? I have friends who voluntarily climbed Mt Kilimanjaro. On purpose. It not only cost them a chunk of change and time, but it was pretty tough going near the end. Or so they tell me.

 

I have even heard stories of people who sign up for brutal forms of recreation like crew, or lifting weights. I have never been thus inclined so my reaction includes a generous portion of disbelief. 

Last winter I went to a fabulous rendition of Huck Finn, in which the lead never actually left the stage. His dialogues and songs spilled into each other for three hours. How much work went into that production? Did he ever want to quit?

 

Marriage is hard. But since when is hard a synonym for worthless? Last night was a tough one for John and I. A sick child took a bunch of attention in the predawn hours. But in the morning, when we looked at each other, and knew we had worked together, it felt... well... exhausting. 

 

Sitting side by side with pink lemonade has its merits. But sweating while you plow (or trudge) through your limits feels incredible too. 

Photo by Chara Odhner

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