How I saved my friend from certain death and withstood torture with THESE TEN EXERCISES

I did a [very small] hard thing yesterday. It was just a kind of exercise, like pushups (only not pushups), something I'm not very good at. Normally I can do about six, and then I fall in a heap on the floor. But I said, I can do ten. I can--I can make my body do ten, I'm sure.

And then I motivated myself by imagining ALL THINGS DIRE! Like, like, my friend and comrade had been CAPTURED and I must rescue them, or *I* have been captured and must NOT REVEAL ANYTHING NO MATTER WHAT THE TORTURE.

And...