I am laying on a beautiful sandy beaches. Now i am constrained to a chair while trying to convince myself I can study and work on homework. But not to long until I have to walk down nine flights of stairs to run of to my classes knowing that I am required to pay attention to and if my thoughts venture somewhere other then my teacher I am lost for the entire class. The best time of the day is when I am able making food to pass me by or preferably explore restaurants and eat my favorite meal ever…rice, beans, tostanos, and meat. However, I still find time to have a social life because by ten a night I leave my apartment once again to go tall to friends and drink. But who has the time to work out, when there is something always going on?
When I am home I tend to be a rather active person. I enjoy going to the gym because I am able to relieve my built up stress and further procrastinate my homework. I typically have some sort of motivation to get to the gym (all the pages of hot fit females I follow on Instagram) but when I get incredibly busy or when I am traveling my exercise decreases. The longer I stay sediment, the more I start to scrutinize myself…which is not fun for anybody.
My thought process of when I would/could work out went …
I could wake up 6 every morning, and go on a run then…but who wants to wake up that early, and lets not mention how hard it is to wake up at that time when you have been drinking since 3AM the night before.
I could wait until after school is out and go then… but then factor in the fact that I am exhausted by that point of the day from school and the heat, I am thinking of all the homework I should be doing and whether it is raining or not and it is possible to go on a run.
Slowly but surely I am starting to find ways to stop making excuses and pull a Shia LaBeouf and JUST DO IT. I found that even though I am a complete zombie at 6AM, it is a lot easier to convince myself to run at that point rather then at 6PM. I am also trying to attend zumba classes and yoga classes. Although I do not exactly like the classes sometimes, at least it is movement! I do have to give a lot of credit to my roommate who helps me be motivated to run. Everybody needs a cheerleader, she is mine and I am hers.
Because I am away and don’t have access to everything I would if I was at home, I have to be creative. Instead of doing weights, I do a workout at home. Instead of weighing myself, I take photos of body in different angles every month to later compare. I also personally like to measure different parts of my body and record it and see where and how much I have gained or lost.
Until next time, pura vida mis amores!
I have not traveled many places before coming to Puerto Rico, but the places I have gotten an experience to travel to (outside of mainland USA) are Costa Rica (6 months) and Nicaragua (2.5 weeks.) I consider myself extremely fortunate to be able to say I have been to these beautiful places and hopefully my travels will not end anytime soon.
As I was preparing to come to Puerto Rico I was mixed with many emotions (and no it is not because I am a female.) Meeting new people, adventuring to new places, eating/trying new food, the thrill of it all are what I absolutely love about traveling. As time progressed to my departure date, I started realizing I was experiencing more anxiety rather then what I should be…excited. Considering that this was not only my second time leaving Colorado but also when I left for Costa Rica I only felt excited, it did not make sense to me that I was so anxious. As I laid in my bed countless nights (due to insomnia) I realized I was scared due to the fact it wasn’t going to be the same. It wasn’t going to be Costa Rica, I wasn’t going to have the two best friends, it wasn’t USAC, I don’t know who my roommate is, it just was not going to be the same. To be completely honest it took me a couple days to admit that I was even experiencing this problem. I kept saying to myself, “You knew it wasn’t going to be the same,” “You say you like traveling, but your scared of going to Puerto Rico.” and it kept going on and on.
On top of the argument taking place in my head, I had spent less time packing and more time in preparing for my trip by buying things (shower necessities, sunblock, etc.) Typically I would say doing both is very beneficial because if you spend too much time packing it is worthless because you are bound to forget something and if you buy too little then you have to go to the grocery store a lot. I have heard various people from both Costa Rica and Puerto Rico say they have wished they brought more things from home once the first month rolls by. However, there is an amount that is NOT ok. I was so confident that my both of my suitcases were under 50lbs, it hit me like an unexacting bat to the face to when I got to Denver International Airport and both weighed around 80lbs. Luckily, I was about 2.5 hours early and my flight was at night so it was almost deserted. Thus meaning, it was a lot easier to frantically go through my bag and determine on the spot what I needed and didn’t need while occasionally looking up at the people working and the people in line giving me the “I pity you” stare.
Now I am sitting here in Mayagüez, Puerto Rico in my apartment, right next to my roommate (who I absolutely adore) and I have LOVED everyday I am here! It has reminded me to why I absolutely love traveling and makes me crave to do more!
My tips for future travelers who are planning another excursion:
Until next time mis amores! I hope this helped!