I’m sorry, but I think men have pointless hobbies.
Watching sports, playing video games and even fishing & hunting make sense to me. I’m talking about hiking, running marathons and camping. Why would I ever want to do any of those things?
A hike? I see no need to wander aimlessly through the wilderness. Walking to a restaurant, bar or store makes sense. Heck, even walking around the block is OK with the right company, but why drive miles and miles just to take a walk and avoid all manner of critters?
Camping? Isn’t that just sleeping in the wilderness? Thanks, but that’s what you do when a giant quake strikes and all the houses, hotels, and other structures have been decimated. Why eschew indoor plumbing and electricity?
And a marathon? Unless I’m being chased, I see no point to running. Now if you are training to survive the zombie apocalypse, then by all means run your marathon. At least there is a point to all that running.