8.08.25: Why I Exercise

People think I’m at the gym to get stronger. I’m not. I’m there to win fake arguments, solve imaginary problems, and rehearse conversations that may never happen. Every rep is fueled by a mix of caffeine, unresolved tension, and intrusive thoughts. That deadlift? Powered by a memory from 2019. Those pull-ups? Fueled by someone underestimating me once. Fitness is therapy, but louder. The bar doesn’t judge. The plates don’t interrupt. It’s just me, my music, and a hyperactive brain burning calories out of sheer mental combustion. And that, my friend, is progress.