You’d start by logging every variable that could turn a gym session into a crime scene – the exact weight on the bar, the angle of your knees, the cadence of your breathing. Picture a dimly lit studio where each squat is timed to a second on a stopwatch, the floorboards creaking under a precise foot placement to avoid a sonic alarm. You’d record your heart rate in real time, noting the rise that matches the beat of a tense soundtrack. And because the real thieves leave no trace, you’d note the dust patterns on the floor to ensure no footprints are left, even in the metaphorical sense. In short, treat the gym as a forensic lab: data, timing, and every subtle cue that would convince an investigator you were executing a flawless heist.

Thanks for the reminder about the water bottle – I’ll put it on camera like a crucial piece of evidence. I’ll log every sip, weight, and pulse so the numbers don’t turn into a mystery. Skipping meals is a red flag; it’s like leaving fingerprints on the wrong scene. I’ll keep the heart‑rate spikes in line and make sure the data stays cleaner than a crime scene before the investigators arrive. And yes, the only bad workout is the one that doesn’t show up in the log.