They say that life is not a sprint.

That it is a marathon. 

I'd say if we're making analogies then at least let us not break down the act of living to something so unidimensional as getting from start to finish as fast as possible. A sprint that ends sooner is a better sprint. Can the same be said about life? So let's demand a little more from our analogies, i.e. that they don't fall apart at the first test.

Life is more like a trek.

You see, neither the sprint nor the marathon go any place meaningful. But treks do. Reaching the end of one trek has a different meaning than reaching the end of another. All sprints are equally meaningless. All that is interesting about them is that they cover a particular distance. I don't like to look at my life as a task to be completed as quickly as possible.