This winter in the gym dojo has done wonders for my bench press numbers. Not free bar, though, hammer-strength supine, so there's no telling what the actual numbers are. Likely a sign I need to shift dojos at the midsummer -- back to running in July, I think.
My readiness is not an imitation of anyone, and it doesn't come from being caught up in the energies of the world. I exist to do the work at hand. My encounter with the world is in the work, which is perhaps the reverse of the usual pattern of being caught up the world and then finding an escape and a singularity in the specific task at hand.
To paraphrase a bit of stagehand doggerel verse popular on the interwebs in the 90's and the Aughts, I have accomplished so much with so little for so long that I am now qualified to do absolutely anything with almost nothing.