I honestly love this book so much. No amount of pep talk or real shit could get me excited to do pushups like this can. It's weird how all the motivation in the world doesn't get my heart pumping the same way a fictional character challenging himself does. Fuck fighting, I just wanna get up and do something, go for a run, a hike, finish that painting, talk to that old friend.
It's like a drug. Maybe It's just me and I've somehow chugged all the HTF koolaid, but goddamn am I glad it does this to me, cause I've never felt so driven to just do anything at all. Fuck yeah.