Alright, so this whole “warrior mexico” deal. It wasn’t some grand plan, you know? I just kinda stumbled into it. I was feeling pretty blah, sitting around too much, and then I saw this thing, probably some documentary snippet or something, about these old-school tough guys from way back in Mexico. Not the flashy stuff, but just their… grit. That got me thinking.
Getting the Idea Rolling
So, I thought, why not try and build some of that grit myself? Not like I was gonna go fight jaguars or anything. More like, a personal challenge. I decided to call my little project “warrior mexico” in my head. Sounded cool, kept me focused. The main idea was to just push myself, see what I was made of, using some basic stuff I had around.
First thing, I knew I had to set some kind of routine. Nothing fancy. Just simple, hard work. Consistency was the name of the game I was trying to play.
The Actual Doing Part
So, I started. Early mornings, mostly. Man, those first few days were rough. I’m talking basic bodyweight stuff – push-ups, squats, some makeshift pull-ups on a sturdy beam I found. I also added some running. Not far, just enough to get the heart pumping like crazy.
- Day 1: Felt like I was gonna die. Everything ached.
- Day 7: Still aching, but a tiny bit less. Maybe.
- Day 14: Okay, I could actually do a few more reps than before. Small win!
I didn’t have any special gear. Just my own body and the will to keep going. Sometimes I’d imagine I was out in some remote Mexican landscape, training like those old warriors. Cheesy? Maybe. But it helped me get through the burn.
I also started paying more attention to what I was eating. Nothing extreme, just cutting out the junk. More water, less sugary stuff. It’s amazing how much that alone can change how you feel. My energy levels, slowly but surely, started to climb.
Hitting Some Snags
Of course, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. There were days I just wanted to quit. My motivation would just tank. Sometimes it was the weather, too hot, too cold. Other times, just pure laziness trying to creep back in. And yeah, I definitely tweaked my shoulder a bit at one point, trying to push too hard, too soon. That was a stupid move.
That shoulder thing really set me back. Had to take it easy for a week or so. Frustrating as hell. I almost gave up then. I thought, this “warrior mexico” thing is just dumb, I’m gonna hurt myself properly.
Pushing Through and What I Learned
But then, I remembered why I started. That feeling of wanting to build some inner toughness. So, I adjusted. I learned to listen to my body a bit more. When the shoulder felt better, I started back slow. Really slow. And I focused more on form instead of just trying to smash out reps.
It’s been a few months now. Am I some kind of super warrior? Nah, not even close. But am I stronger, tougher than I was? Absolutely. I can do way more push-ups, run further, and just generally feel more… solid. The biggest thing, though, isn’t the physical change. It’s the mental shift.
This whole “warrior mexico” practice taught me about sticking with something even when it sucks. It taught me about discipline, not the shouty kind, but the quiet kind you build inside yourself. It’s about showing up, day after day, even when you don’t feel like it. Turns out, that’s where the real strength comes from. It’s an ongoing thing, for sure. No finish line. Just the process. And honestly, I’m kinda liking this process now.
