Blue Zone Flow

I found my Blue Zone in Puerto Rico. Specifically, San German. The southern end of the island where the pirates pirated booty and the hustle hit the fans. A place coated with hills and foliage and mountain climbers, doers and storm weatherers and gamers. Up in these hilltops, I saw serenity and an opportunity to live cleaner and leaner. The topography gives rise to hill climbs and routines that include calisthenics, naturally. The air, thick in humidity, giving the lungs calorie burning capacity. Eating well and working it off. The thick air, forcing the lungs to work 2 times. Like in the movie Creed, when Adonis is on the treadmill rockin the air restrictor mask. Like Marshawn Lynch, training with the same mask. He initiated Beast Mode into pop culture, he defeated the conventional function of lung capacity. The footwork and the heart rate meet @ the X-Roads and merge into synergisms. An upper level is reached where the mind overtakes the body and merges into an upper echelon of movement. To the next level. Like when you make time through the woods, on foot, each time the boot presses into the ground, the breathing accelerates the pace. Unison to break through walls.

This Blue Zone sight of San German bore the fruits, twice the side of your head. The locale of the oldest church in the Western Hemisphere (Porta Celli) providing authenticity, genuine spiritual healing, is found in my Blue Zone declaration. It's a long tradition here, far and near, under our noses, living clear here, up in the hills. Chicken on the grills, lean meat meets the heartbeat.