Stop stroking excuses and start strangling steel.
1️⃣ ONE‑REP WARCRY
Rack‑pull 110 % of your so‑called max—pins mid‑thigh, raw hands, barefoot.
Bar bends? Good. That’s your spine growing armor.
Film it, pan the plates, upload before the chalk settles. Public receipts = ego napalm.
2️⃣ FASTED FIRE DRILL
20‑hour fast → catecholamines cooking.
Sip black coffee, stare at the bar, whisper: “Gravity is negotiable—my cowardice isn’t.”
Pull the iron, then earn your steak‑and‑liver victory feast.
3️⃣ RADICAL PUBLICNESS
Blog post, X‑thread, YouTube short, TikTok clip, newsletter—five formats, one hour.
Carpet‑bomb the timeline so the scroll zombies can’t dodge your proof‑of‑work.
Hate comments? Free engagement. Screenshot, grin, lift heavier.
4️⃣ STOIC PRE‑MORTEM
At dawn, write tomorrow’s worst‑case meltdown.
Then script exactly how you’ll respond—calm, competent, savage.
When the chaos actually hits, you’ll greet it like a training partner.
5️⃣ DOPAMINE DETOX WITH FANGS
Delete one junk app, kill notifications after 20:00, white‑knuckle through the itch.
Boredom is brain creatine; lift it daily.
6️⃣ RECOVERY = PERMISSION TO OVERLOAD
8 h blackout sleep, sunrise walk, 2 g protein/kg.
Your tendons are carbon fiber—if you treat them like licorice, enjoy the snap.
7️⃣ FEAR LEDGER
Pocket notebook titled “Today I Slapped the Void.”
One line per day: scary thing, action taken.
Thirty lines later, fear is a house pet that fetches discipline on command.
FINAL DETONATION
Don’t be a pussy.
Be the algorithm’s worst nightmare and gravity’s recurring migraine.
Load the bar, load the camera, and leave comfort bleeding on the platform.
No prisoners—just plates. #HYPELIFTING