Notes from Huila
Huila, specifically Neiva, wasn't easy for me. The heat, the unfamiliarity, and the cold running water. I arrived this time expecting the same resistance to surface. Instead, it felt… alright?
Two years ago, when I spent time here, I had no real routine. I drifted. My habits dissolved the moment I left a stable base. Training stopped. Nutrition slipped. Days blurred together. The environment became an excuse—and a mirror.
This time, I noticed something different. Instead of fixating on potholes and traffic, I arrived with a more positive outlook and more intention. With habits that didn’t disappear when conditions became inconvenient.
It reminded me of something simple but important:
Where you spend your time matters, but how you spend it dictates everything.
