I’ve only ever won one world record—in 2008—and it was a city group record. I was one of thousands, and while it was nice to see my name with an asterisk, you’d have to dig through a long list of people to even notice it.

For 2026—or, if I move fast, December 2025—I’m going for a personal world record. I’ve got a few in mind, and I’ve already started the journey. Maybe one day I’ll go for the most world records.

As someone with the Fame Gene, the attempt alone—the thrill of possible failure—will be electrifying. Of course, I expect victory. And this time? This time, I’m taking the risk fully—I might actually let myself be famous.

I’m doing this not just for me, but for my clients. None of them on the fame track have world records, and most scoff at the idea of achieving one. I’ll show them what pure willpower can achieve.

Of course, sometimes you get distracted, so this is the stage where I wake up and decide: I’m going to tie this attempt to ongoing projects. That way, I can kill two serial killers with one bullet—ambition and action in a single strike.