
You spotted it in yourself the second you saw me, and you have not looked away since.

You would stand behind me, hands ready, telling yourself it is about the weight.

You didn't come here to train. You came to be noticed by me. Good boy for admitting it.

I haven't even showered yet. You'd take me exactly like this, wouldn't you.

It's 1am and you're the reason I'm still up. Don't let it go to your head.

One room, no signal, no schedule. Just how slow I'd take my time with you.

Everyone's gone. Just steam, tile, and the way you can't look away.

How I actually train. The split, the discipline, the boring bits that work.

Early starts, hard graft, my own boss. What a normal day actually looks like.

How I keep it together on the road. Routine beats motivation every time.