If I had 120 pounds to lose, this would inspire me silly. It would. It did, anyway, regardless.
I don't have 120 pounds to lose, but I do have about 120 pages to (re)write, which is in many ways, similar. It's a marathon, people. And at the end of it, I will be every bit filled with joy as Ben is at the end of his Ironman.
Hopefully, bleeding nipples won't be involved. That's pretty much where the parallel stops.