This is a 3/4 blog entry. I am currently working on my normal blog but I found that I have left my devoted fans to have nothing from here in Mexico, so I decided to let you in on a little sneak peek and to let you know that I have pictures below from my trip around Mexico. Also to let you know the newest entry will be on shortly.
So if you haven't guessed on my trip around Mexico we visited many ruins and I had heard tons of interesting stories, seen what the villages looked like, and even got goosebumps by standing in a place where Mayas and Aztecs actually lived. But one thing occured to me that I didn't quite expect to get out of this trip. That the people living in these civilizations must have had KILLER calf and glut muscles. You may be asking yourself; how in the world did she come to this conclusion- (if you haven't asked yourself yet, please do so now). I made this hypothesis due to the over-welming amount of stairs that we had to climb. Normally I wouldn't be complaining about the extra muscle I acquired while on the tour of Mexico, I mean who doesn't like going back with a legit farmers tan, toned calf muscles, and a firm glutous maximus; but the worst part of having to climb up these ancient stairs was the fact that they never seemed to be at a convenient size. Most of the time there were up to my knees, causing me to struggle to climb them at a steady pace, and leaving those of... well shorter proportions to have to literally use their hands to help them up. Not to mention the uneven surface area that they had created-as if it wasn't enough to make them a foot and a half tall; they were slanted and uneven too!
But that's not all- the way down appeared as though you were sitting at the top of the hill of the roller coaster right before it plumits down the track, the only difference, there were no state approved safety harnesses-just you and those terrible piles of rocks that they called stairs. Instead of just stepping right on down, which is almost guaranteed suicide for the shorter people, and 20% chance of a good fall for people of my tall stature- that's when we discovered. After you had toned your behind area you had to use it to get yourself back down the 247 steps you had climbed up 10 minutes ago. I believe this is where the sit and schooch tactic came from, but who am I to know.
When the stairs weren't so daringly steep I often got the job of holding my australian friends hand because she literally felt threatened by the fact of going down alone... Of course, I did enjoy the views on top, and as much as I despise the Mayan stairs and still find myself awake at night wondering why they made these stairs so large that people under 5'5'' couldn't climb them; I felt as though I had earned the view I got. So to those of you that are going to just sit in your comfy computer chairs, or are lounging on your couch with your lap top and a cup of coffee and are planning on scrolling down to the pictures I previously mentioned without more that a click of the mouse- BE WARNED! Your time will come when you must tackle these stairs of terror, and as you are climbing them wishing you hadn't ate that piece of cake for breakfast- you think of me and of my trip, that I have now conveniently changed the name to for this particular incident, The Trip of Too Many Stairs (in Mexico). It's a catchy name isn't it? You think of me and of that time that you got to see the views without so much as a flex if the right pointer finger. And to those future Outbounds to Mexico good luck, you get the chance to go on a beautiful trip and get your fair share of exercise as well!
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