A buddy and I were drivin' to the gym one time a couple years ago, before I could drive. About four miles from the gym on the military base we get in a wreck, he hits his head pretty good. When we both get out the car to survey the damage, he pops the trunk and grabs our gym bags and then informs me we're going to walk the rest of the way to the gym. Bastard's gushing blood and expects us to walk the four miles and then train legs. More dedication than I.