Sometimes I choose suffering over convenience. Small things, like biking through the rain, walking instead of biking, taking cold showers. Hungry? No food tonight, buddy.
Discomfort is just another experience. Surely if I were the kind of person to get the most out of life by doing as many things as I can, I would choose to experience discomfort over monotony?
I’m not that kind of person, I’m not really sure why I do it. It hardens the body and mind, even if only a little. Self-improvement? Sure, but what do I will?
Eh, maybe it’s just a safe way of simulating some aspects of life in the wilderness, and maybe life in the wilderness is the purest kind of life.