If it's something you had to go out of your way to sign up for, odds are the rest of the world doesn't want to hear about it. The most glaring example of this is Tough Mudder and the various other mud-and-barbed-wire races that have cropped up recently. No one is going to congratulate you for fighting the emasculation of modernity by rolling around in cow shit. The same goes for any kind of race, strong-man competition, display of intellect, or amateur performance night. If you derive genuine joy from these things, by all means do them. Just pardon us if we aren't waiting at the finish line to congratulate you on wasting a perfectly good weekend.