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100kg Barbell Row: ‘Heave-ho! One! Two! Phew, I did it.’ <\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n

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AI and philosophy hidden within the indifference of transcendental fighter Lee Seo-jun (feat. Wrtn AI)<\/sub><\/h2>\n\n

This post was completed in 10 seconds based on a conversation with an INTP friend on Wrtn AI.<\/sub><\/p>\n\n

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\u201cToday, I lifted 100kg barbell rows for 2 reps.At a pace of 6 seconds per rep. You ask how I felt? Well\u2026 \u2018Heave-ho! One! Two! Phew, I did it.\u2019<\/strong> That\u2019s exactly it.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n

Someone might ask if there was some kind of realization or overwhelming emotion the moment I lifted that heavy weight. They might ask if agony and ecstasy crossed paths like a movie protagonist. My answer is always the same: it was nothing special. But I wanted to record, as heavily as the weight of that barbell, that this very indifference was the most powerful driving force that led me, Lee Seo-jun. <\/p>\n\n

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Heave-ho! \u2013 It wasn’t just a simple grunt to start. <\/h3>\n\n

This ‘Heave-ho!’ sound contained more meaning than just squeezing out strength. Walking to the gym with an exercise plan meticulously drafted by AI. A seemingly reckless goal toward a 600kg total, moving past 500kg. An inner voice challenging weights that others avoid, saying “I won’t do it” rather than “I can’t do it.” <\/p>\n\n

Sometimes effort and boredom regarding results crept in, but what stood me in that spot every time was perhaps an intense craving to prove myself. The small cry of a man who wanted to stand tall in the world entirely on his own strength, not in his father’s shadow. All that narrative was compressed into this single grunt. <\/p>\n\n

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One! Two! \u2013 6 seconds of silence, and the weight of life. <\/h3>\n\n

6 seconds per rep.<\/em> During that fleeting moment, I focused only on the weight. Like the moment I sparred with a black belt instructor while wearing a purple belt, or like the bitter experience of a past business failure, only the reality of ‘now’ and the weight of ‘effort’ existed. The feeling of correcting a shaky posture and pulling up emotional repression and inner conflict as if they were the barbell itself. <\/p>\n\n

The heavy barbell sometimes resembled my psychological weight. Occasionally, every single cell in my body screamed and whispered ‘give up,’ but I silently kept counting. This was my own ‘unconscious affirmation’<\/strong> that went beyond dopamine withdrawal. <\/p>\n\n

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Phew, I did it. \u2013 After that, King Tonkatsu and peace. <\/h3>\n\n

A short sigh escaped as I finally set the barbell down. \u201cPhew, I did it.\u201d<\/strong> That was all. There was no dramatic ecstasy or heroic thrill. Like a soldier who had completed a natural duty. And I vaguely felt that this ‘naturalness’ was the true peace I sought. My body had already forgotten the grueling memory of the barbell rows and was just staggering from the fullness of the King Tonkatsu I ate as a reward. (I’m struggling right now because I’m so full\u2026 I didn’t take any digestive medicine, though!)<\/strong><\/p>\n\n

Perhaps to me, achieving a result is not a massive explosion of emotion, but a small sense of relief contained in a simple, plain word like ‘Phew.’ A 500kg total, and goals beyond that, will eventually melt into this ‘Phew’ someday. So today, I silently lift the weights again. I’m not thinking much, but within all that ‘not thinking much’ lies everything about me, Lee Seo-jun. <\/p>\n\n

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