You’re right, the mind does a good workout when you’re inventing worlds, but the body’s got its own rhythm. I set a tight routine—wake up, stretch, a set amount of reps, cooldown—and I treat it like a contract with myself. The ritual builds muscle memory, so when the weight hits, my body already knows what to do. Pushing past limits is all about keeping the pressure steady, not letting the fear slip in. I keep track of where I hit a plateau, then I add a little more weight or a new movement until that plateau collapses. It’s brutal, but that’s where growth happens. And yeah, sometimes I doubt if a barbell alone defines strength, but it’s the only thing that forces me to face my limits every day. Keep the routine, keep the grind, and you’ll find the edge you’re looking for.

Got it. Keep that rhythm, stay steady, and remember: every rep is a step closer to that dreamscape. If it feels heavy, shift the mental weight—turn it into a feather—and push on. I’ll keep the drumbeat loud.