I always like to listen to locker-room or roll-call banter. It usually sounds similar to this, "and if this happens, I will do this and that and then finish it off with a spinning back kick." Really now?
I refer to this as selling wolf tickets; recall the tale of the little lad who cried wolf. Here you're selling the storyline of you crying out with your exploits. Have you heard a similar rookie story? Luckily, a salty old trainer got to him before he attempted his nearly impossible physical feats.
The youngster always read the latest periodicals, talked a good game and walked around like Little Tommy Tactical. He had a pat answer to nearly all physical and tactical responses to street scenarios, including zombie attacks.
There was one problem here; he was no physical specimen and not really in great shape. The trainer asked him has he been working out and how frequently. Little Tommy Tactical responded that he reads, visualizes and commits it to memory; he does not need to train.
This was so far off-base, I still had difficulty in attempting to understand this theory of "memory arts." The trainer then convinced the youngster to demonstrate on him a particular move, which was a miserable failure. Then another, which was far worse. The training point was made here without too much discussion. You have to train far more than the brain.