Some people run a full marathon for four hours and they brag about it for weeks. They populate their social media timelines with photos of them crossing the finishing line, of their sweaty armpits and unflattering bulges in spandex — watermarked, no less, because they’re too cheap to buy the official photos. They wax lyrical about how they had mind over body despite not having trained for the marathon, and how they have chafing in places you don’t want to chafe. They post statuses like “4:32:21… clocked my best timing” even though they only shaved their legs… or something arbitrary like four seconds.
You endure pain for four hours, big deal. Now, it takes laser focus and ironclad will of a Tibetan monk to do a TV marathon. A marathon that lasts 13 hours, mind you. We TV marathoners have “mind over body” too — we keep on pushing because we need to know the fate of our reel friends and we revolt when plagued with cliff-hangers.