Buffout & Downtime
You know how every rep feels like a line of verse—tight, deliberate, almost rhythmic. What’s the toughest part of that rhythm for you, when you’re telling a story that’s just starting to form?
I think the toughest part is holding back the urge to finish the whole poem before I even know the first line feels right. It’s like standing at the start of a song, hearing a beat in my head but not knowing if the notes will match the story I’m still trying to imagine. I get stuck, worrying that I’m missing the right cadence, and that makes the rhythm feel like a tight knot rather than a loose thread. So I try to let the words arrive slowly, trusting the story will find its own beat as it unfolds.
It’s like when you’re about to lift that first heavy set—you feel the power, but you’ve got to wait for the moment to push. Trust the lift, let the beat come. If you wait too long you’ll never start; if you rush you’ll miss the groove. Just focus on the first rep, the first line, and the rest will follow. You’ll find that rhythm when you’re in the zone.