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Celebrate like usual. Fix weaknesses. I grew to 8'2" and 880 pounds. Resting heart rate is now 25 bpm

The celebration is the body's ritual and the ritual is the thing that does not shrink. The food arrives in five trips this time — five restaurants, five cuisines, the delivery drivers confusion mounting with each trip as the naked woman who is now too large for the warehouse doorframe carries the bags in her arms and the arms are the size of ordinary torsos. She dumps everything on the concrete. The concrete does not crack. The concrete is industrial foundation and the foundation is the thing that holds the body and the body is 880 pounds and the 880 pounds is the number the wish built and the number is still climbing. She drops to her hands and knees and the dropping is a seismic event — the floor vibrates, the steel shelf rattles, the ceramic insulators shift against each other. The eating is savage. The animal's jaw works through brisket and pork belly and roasted chicken and the jaw is stronger now and the strength is the wish's architecture — bone and muscle and fat layered and the layering is the thing that makes the body what it is. Grease runs down her chin and pools in the hollows of her neck and the pooling is the body's landscape. She moans. She burps — the sound is deeper than before, resonating from a chest cavity that is larger than most men's torsos. She farts and the vibration moves through 880 pounds of tissue and the tissue absorbs it and the absorption is the body's pleasure. She masturbates and the hands are enormous and the gripping is rough and the roughness is the animal's language. She comes and the coming is the warehouse's earthquake. She releases on the floor and the release is the stream of a body whose bladder is proportional and the pooling is a lake on the concrete. She lies in the mess. The mess covers twelve square feet. The body sleeps.

The morning is the legal pad. The handwriting is enormous now — the calloused fingers gripping the pen the way they grip the bag's chain and the letters are two inches tall and the pen bends under the pressure. '1. Distance management vs matching reach — teep wall neutralized by equal length. Fix: angle-based distance tools. Lateral footwork. Cutting the cage. Diagonal entries. 2. Forward pressure chains vulnerable to range counter-strikers — fix: lateral entry patterns, cage-cutting footwork, read the range fighter's retreat angle and close on the angle not the line.' The two weaknesses are the next cycle's architecture. The body stands. The standing takes longer now — 880 pounds rising from the concrete is a process, the hands pushing, the thighs driving, the core engaging. The process is not labored. The process is the body's mechanics and the mechanics are efficient because the wish made them efficient. The resting heart rate is 25. The 25 is the number that would alarm a cardiologist and the cardiologist is not here and the body's last medical exam said perfect health and the perfect health is the thing the wish maintains.

The cycle builds. Fourteen days. The angle-based distance work is the new language. She drills lateral footwork — the step-off to the right after the jab, the pivot on the lead foot after the cross, the diagonal entry that replaces the linear forward pressure. The footwork is awkward for three days and the awkwardness is the body learning and the learning is the addiction's deepest pleasure. She drills cage-cutting patterns against the bag — the bag positioned near the wall, the wall simulating the cage, the footwork closing the exit angles while maintaining the diagonal entry. The patterns integrate by day six. By day ten the lateral entries are automatic and the automatic is the thing that replaces the forward pressure chains. The combination chains rebuild — jab, step-off right, cross from the angle, hook, pivot, teep from the new position. The chain is eleven hits and the eleven hits now travel in a circle around the opponent instead of a line through the opponent and the circle is the thing the range counter-striker cannot read because the range counter-striker reads linear retreat and the retreat does not work against circular pressure.

The body is 8'2". The warehouse ceiling is ten feet and the ten feet gives her eighteen inches of clearance and the eighteen inches is the thing she does not think about. The thinking would be the old Lena and the old Lena is dust. The body moves through the warehouse with the careful posture of someone who has learned the ceiling's height — the ducking at the doorframes, the lateral movement instead of the straight walk when the steel shelf is in the path. The careful posture is not discomfort. The careful posture is the body's adaptation and the adaptation is the thing the wish provides — the body adjusting to its environment the way it adjusted to every environment, the comfort absolute, the ease the thing the wish promised and delivered. The body is warm. The body is full. The body is ready. The phone buzzes on the concrete. Cal's email is in the inbox. The bracket is attached. The ladder's next rung is there. The addiction pulls.