βHanging out with friends, socializing over good food and drinks - that is fun. No question about it. But running a marathon - or writing a book, or building a bookshelf, or committing to the hard work of loving someone - thatβs fun squared, or cubed, or multiplied to the nth power. Itβs not that every second of the activity makes you smile and sigh with delight. The opposite, in fact. Itβs the deep, deep satisfaction you can get in doing something - in committing to something that requires your total concentration and effort. Fun, but much more than fun.β
β Scott Jurekβs answer to: βHow the fuck can running a 135-mile race in 130-degree heat be fun?β (via eupnee)















