Frazz by Jef Mallett for January 12, 2023

If that were true, Caulfield would be the most comfortable-with-being-uncomfortable person in Michigan.

Frazz recognizes that Mrs. Olsen is still ahead of most of us in the brain+experience race.

“Be happy that it’s raining. It’s going to rain anyway.”

“A little discomfort builds character..”

In my day we walked to school up hill both ways in a driving snowstorm after our dirt breakfast and we were thankful for that dirt

Perhaps Caulfield will start running, just like Frazz got him into swimming. ??

I’ve often hiked in the rain. Not on purpose, and not for days at a time, but still it is quite therapeutic. There is no interesting scenery, and not a lot of conversation. There is nothing to think about except where to put your foot next.

Longevity experts (e.g., Dr Peter Attia) claim that we’ve gotten too soft and never let our bodies experience real cold or heat and that if we want to stimulate our bodies to turn on our repair machinery, we need regular doses of both extremes to extend our health life span. Or like George Burns used to say, “You don’t actually live longer, it just feels like it.”

You don’t have to train to be miserable, so why be miserable when you train?

A couple years ago, our son moved out of our house, and into a wooden shack in the woods behind our house. He lived either there or in his truck for months, fixing his food over a fire or a kerosene stove. He spent most of the winter in these harsh conditions. People thought he was crazy, and frankly so did we, but we didn’t stop him. He was getting ready to go work as a missionary in a refuge camp in Bangladesh, and he wanted to prepare himself for whatever hardships he might face while living there. Most of us never get used to “roughing it”, but he did it to himself on purpose so he would not get discouraged on the mission field.

Wait until you are old and your knees are worn out. Plus she had the added joy of menopause.

You understand running when it’s gross out? Shoot, I don’t even understand walking when it’s gross out. My ancestors invented things like roofs, indoors, and temperature control for good reason, and I’d be disrespecting them not to use them for their intended purpose.

One of those cases where I find the use of “gross” peculiar. Unpleasant, sure, but hardly nauseating. The only running conditions I might call gross involve filthy slush.