Doing what I normally do but this time I’m doing it with added weight, and it makes a world of a difference. My breath takes longer to catch. My body depletes of energy quicker. The time I need to start the next set takes longer. I just love it. I was getting too comfortable doing my normal routine I needed this sort of change up to alert my system that it needs to continue to grow. It got complacent and started doing the minimum thinking that it was enough. The minimum was never enough for me. For me I always needed to give more than I had and this is where I’m at. I like it here. I like this struggle. I like making things more difficult to do because it means that I have a new floor I can reach. I want to always be exceeding what I did before and this is the perfect way to do so. The same thing I always do but with more weight on my back. A controllable variable that can continue to increase so that I never get comfortable again. Perfect.
Because comfort is the enemy of progress. The moment things start feeling easy, the moment the routine becomes effortless, that’s when growth starts to slow. That’s when the mind and body settle, thinking they’ve done enough. But enough was never the goal. More was always the goal. Pushing beyond what felt manageable, stretching past what seemed possible—that’s where real evolution happens.
The added weight isn’t just physical. It’s a reminder, a signal to every part of me that I can take on more. That I must take on more. It’s a deliberate choice to reject complacency, to ensure that every session, every rep, every moment spent in discomfort serves a purpose. This is how I make sure I never stop climbing.
And the best part? This challenge will never run out. The weight can always increase. The resistance can always be greater. There is no ceiling, no endpoint where I’ll say I’ve done enough. Just the next level, the next step forward, the next moment where I prove to myself that I’m still growing. And that’s exactly where I want to be.
