He can’t be stopped.

Last Saturday, my buddy Jake decided to prove just how “unstoppable” he was by signing up for a local obstacle course race after downing a double cheeseburger and a large soda. The race began with a questionable mud pit, which Jake dove into with all the grace of a hippo on roller skates. As he stumbled out, covered in goo, he shouted, “I’m still at it!” Running full speed, he somehow managed to trip over a stray tire, land in a snowbank, and pop right back up, declaring, “Let’s go!” despite looking like a snowman who had lost a snowball fight.
Watching Jake escape each little disaster with unyielding enthusiasm was a comedy show within itself. He was like a cartoon character that just wouldn’t quit, sliding into mud pits and bouncing back with a goofy grin. Every time he landed flat on his face, he’d hop back up as if he was just testing the ground’s squishiness. At one point, I was half-expecting him to sprout a cape and start flying, yelling, “Bro is unstoppable!” It turns out, his ability to keep going was equal parts hilarious and inspiring—who knew that the key to relentless determination was a mix of cluelessness and an endless supply of cheeseburgers?