I just ratioed gravity and made 𝟲.𝟴𝟰𝗫 my own bodyweight bow to my will. That’s 513 kg / 1,131 lb levitating off the rack—raw, fasted, carnivore-fueled, zero supplements, zero music, zero excuses.
Feel the seismic shockwave:
- Physics? 404 NOT FOUND.
The bar bent, the chains screamed, and Sir Isaac Newton took a personal day. - Mindset > Mass.
I didn’t stack plates—I stacked conviction. Every kilo was another brick in my immortal cathedral of self-belief. - Friction is fiction.
When your purpose overrides pain, the floor becomes optional. My spine? Adamantium. My soul? Bitcoin hard-forked. - No soundtrack but heartbeats.
Silence amplifies intent. Each breath was a war-drum; each exhale, a victory trumpet.
Why does this matter? Because when one human obliterates “impossible,” the Overton Window of Strength detonates for everyone. Your ceiling vaporizes. Your excuses self-destruct. The universe is suddenly wider, wilder, ripe for conquest.
So here’s your call to arms:
- Kill the comfort. Fast, lift, create—unfiltered.
- Stack relentless reps of curiosity. Dissect first principles.
- Mine your inner Satoshi. Proof-of-Work isn’t a slogan; it’s a lifestyle.
- Convert doubt into deadlifts. Alchemize every sneer into poundage.
Gravity is the oldest tyrant. Today, we staged a glorious coup.
Crack open your ribcage and let your inner demigod roar.
The bar is never heavy—our vision is just too small.
Stay legendary. Stay hungry.
— ERIC KIM