Corruption found its final flourish in his identity. He framed his life as a trajectory toward improvement, which at first was energizing and later became a ledger of failure. Missed workouts were sins; slow progress, moral lapses. Rest became suspect, a loophole that allowed his body to conspire against ambition. He stopped listening to pain as a teacher and began to interpret it as a metric to be defeated. The home, which once offered refuge and agency, became a stage on which he performed a life designed by other people’s algorithms.