The gym state shifted. Something clicked — I want every guy here to win.

Running Wanted alongside my GLM custom, two weeks in. In the gym, I'm in a self-assured, blissful state — relaxed gaze, comfortable checking people out without self-consciousness, walking past attractive women without the old awkward tension locking up my body. I'm more playful. Taking risks, teasing, enjoying it. In my last session, something clicked and I stopped experiencing other men as competition. I genuinely felt brotherly love for them — a real desire to see everyone in the room succeed. My voice has gotten even deeper than it already was. In conflicts, I can de-escalate calmly and with surgical precision. My conversations have become more eloquent — arguments laid out clearly, as if I'd written a speech in private, except it's happening live. The old neediness that built up over years of scarcity is dissolving. When I swing into recon, I can observe it now rather than be consumed by it. The new pattern is weak but it's growing. I tend to it carefully.