One of my wise old grandmother's most used and appropriate saying was: "We make plans and God laughs." During my first six days in Mexico her words have been ringing loud enough in my ears to make them bleed. Before I get into what's gone wrong so far, I have to stop and say that this place is still the most beautiful location on earth. Looking out over the bay of Banderas from my balcony in the early evening I just can't possibly imagine a more stunning vista. There are few places in the world where you can look out over a vast expanse of ocean, both to the right and to the left, and see not only the peaceful azure blue of the pacific stretching for miles, but also lush, primitive, mist cloaked mountains dipping into the sea. There is a primordial sense about what you see from here. I'm sure that the view I'm looking at now was exactly the same a million years ago. When I die I want my ashes spread over this bay.
Okay, now on to the challenges at hand. For all of you guys thinking about how lucky I am to be here because of the gallons of Sustanon I'm going to be using you can come down to earth. The last time I was here I paid $9.00 for a Sustanon preload (I know I had said $6.00 but I had miscalculated). The other day I paid $15.00!! If I'm going to do one every other day as I had planned, that's 16 a month or $240.00 for a month's worth of test at a gram a week! Are you kidding me right now? That's almost as much as Gh! It's going to be hard to justify that expense considering a 10 CC bottle of Cyp cost $75.00 in the US. Granted, I'm buying legit gear from a pharmacy, but geez!! Twice as much?? I thought I was coming here for a bargain. Things are not what they were when I was living here. Mexico seems to have caught up with the US...
I fact, while I'm at it, the cost of everything here has really gone up! It's nothing like New York, but the days of the great Mexican bargain are over. Everything from cab rides to bottled water, to tacos have all gone up by probably 50% since I've lived here. My son wanted to rent a jet ski the other day. When I asked the guy who was renting them, how much? He replied - in perfect English - 50 bucks for a half hour. Are you kidding me right now? That's how much they are in fort Lauderdale! When I tried to haggle with the price he told me, totally straight faced, that 50 bucks was already the discounted price! Apparently that guy like to spend his ay sitting idly on the beach with his jet skis. No one was renting them.
Okay, so I may be adjusting my juice intake, or at least changing up the menu depending on what I can get my hands on. $15.00 is still not bad for Sustanon, so I may stick with it. Maybe I'll go every three days instead of ever two.... I know, I know, I'm cheap! I was thinking it's probably time for me to also do some clomid and HCG, so I'll be spending the next couple of days figuring out my revised cycle for the rest of my time down here. The one thing that has remained constant down here, if not improved, is the quality of the food. There is a new market a few blocks from my condo that reminds me almost of a Whole Foods. Tons of vibrant fresh produce, all kinds of meat, eggs fish... everything you need. And the prices are still really reasonable. As long as you don't buy anything imported it's almost free. 70 pesos for a kilo of fresh fish works out to less than $2.50 a pound! Lean beef and chicken are all in the same ball park. So, buying groceries and cooking at home is really not only really reasonable, but there's something about the food here that just taste better than it does in the US. I fact everywhere you might eat out - from the taco stands on the street to any restaurant, everything taste amazing. I've never had a bad meal here.
Now for the gym.... I haven't gone to Gold's yet. My girlfriend arrives here next week and I figured I'd just wait for her and we'd go in together. I love training with her. She's really into it and pushes back as hard as I push her and there is no such option for her that includes quitting. So, there's no other place to train with her than the hardcore gym. For now I've been getting some pretty decent, although abbreviated, workouts at the gym here in my building. The place is usually empty, so it's just like training in a well equipped home gym, except for when certain people show up. To wit...
I was training chest the other day when two little Mexican dudes walked in. They were probably in their late teens/early 20s, wearing big baggy shorts, tank tops, jell spiked hair with visors on up side down. Picture a Mexican version Jersey Shore with way less muscle and more zits. I had on my usual baggy shorts and big baggy RX Muscle tee shirt and my iPod blasting. I really wasn't paying too much attention to these two until they started working in where I was without asking. Since I was super-setting, I really didn't make a fuss, I just stood over them looming so they would get the message to get out of my way when I needed the station they were occupying. After two rounds I figured out that they were copying every move I was making, using - or I should say trying to use - the same weight I was using. I had the jungle gym set up for cable crosses with 55 pounds pinned at each side. Not a lot of weight, but enough for what I was doing. I squeezed out 25 reps and went over to do shrugs. One of the kids grabbed the handles as I just had and attempted to do the chest move as I did. The only problem was he couldn't budge the weight. But that didn't stop him. He grimaced and grunted and squirmed and twisted himself in all kinds of ludicrous positions trying to make the cables cross in front of his chest. The best he could mange was kind of pressing the handles down with a quivering motion to his sides. I finished my set of shrugs and went over for another set of cable crosses where his buddy was trying to do his set. I stood there and watched him do pretty much what the other guy had just done. When he gave up and let go of the handles letting the stack slam home, I casually mentioned that I wouldn't mind them working in and lowering the weight. They both looked at me like I was nuts and said why should we lower the weight? I told them because they obviously can't lift it, and if they keep doing what they're doing with it they will probably dislocate a shoulder or tear a pec. Thy both laughed and said why?, they were lifting the weight. I guess it is the same air of machismo that turns buss drivers into budding Formula One champions behind the wheel that also dictates the Mexican tenets of bodybuilding: as long as the weight moves it's good enough. Never mind what the guy who outweighs you by 100 pounds thinks. So, I finished my workout and left them alone. When I came back the next day, the weight stack on the jungle gym they were using was broken. One of the rods was out of the top clamp and the cable tripped off the pulley with the same 50 pounds stuck half way up and the center guide completely off center. I guess they were just too strong for the machine.
The other fascinating thing I've come to have to deal with here is the paucity of internet service. My building has a business center with a nice strong wireless signal, but 27 floors up I can only get the signal on the balcony. And that's only if it's not raining or too cloudy; this being the rainy season, cloudy and raining is a daily occurrence. Throw lightning into the mix and the whole building is out of service. I'm working on getting a better connection. Lets hope by next week that's a reality. Doing the radio shows from the business center really sucks!!
Ahhh... Mexico.... I can't wait for next week!
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