Rio Gomez 🇵🇷🏳️‍⚧️

Don’t let the gains goblins steal your muscle. You confuse fitness consistency for rigidity Track sets, reps, weight, rest time. Progress on 3-5 exercises every month. Anything else is the gains goblins hiding rocks in your pockets while you’re swimming.

You’re not lost, your inner guru is just hungry. Feed them information and digest it through action. Download my ebook on escaping Spiritual Wandering and finding your spiritual home. Be like water, and not like my aunt’s jello. Which was hard enough to pass for Strawberry Bon Bons.

Rigid boundaries do harm. A lot of y’all took boundaries to mean, “kill zone,” and set up ambushes for everyone who comes across you. Instead of being firm, gentle, and compassionate. You’re bloodthirsty, carceral, and got that Atomic Elbow ready to go.

Where do you practice spiritual protection? If you struggle with protections in public, don’t make it harder for yourself by kneeling on raw rice in the middle of your local Piggly Wiggly and then practicing protections.

What do your spiritual protections look like? I’ve built up enough self awareness to be free from mind control. Unless it’s a cute queer person. I would totally fall for a honey pot with a weird, off putting, vaguely threatening queer person.

What voice speaks to you when you exercise? Mother, father, coach, etc etc. I personally have a happy young adult running in the woods with face paint on around a bonfire. She tells me the right exercises to do.

Some of you would rather be tired from effort than actually make easy progress. There’s a little protestant puritan pilgrim in your heart with a megaphone urging you on. “Only through sweat on the floor will you reach salvation!” I’m sure it’s working just like you need it to.

How do you divine the next step? Forget tarot. I personally hug my cat. If she farts, it’s a yes and if she meows, it’s a no. Silence means try another cat.

How devoted are you to your values? There’s no temple to your values. You don’t sweep it daily like an old hermit making a living off donations and mangoes from the local market. You leak devotion with every movement. Ah you see! You just leaked devotion all over the place.

How do you decide your fitness limits and progression? Fitness isn’t sales. There’s no spreadsheet. Quarterly squats are down! There’s no manager going to fire you for poor bench press performances. No shareholders that are going to be disappointed when you haven’t won marathons.

Your work makes you cry. Are you where you want to be? If yes, the US could harness the propaganda you give yourself and we’d all be brainwashed. Download my ebook on escaping Spiritual Wandering and find your spiritual home.

You chose isolation. You to hid in the dusty broom closet with neon green cleaning chemicals in a hotel that has your favorite people. You can ask at the front desk for your ancestors, the trees, the animals, every spirit, every angel, every demon, all on your side and waiting.

How do you breakthrough in your spiritual practices? Once more with feeling? Do it more. I want you to be so sick of your spiritual practice that you dream of it, that it haunts you. That the practice is scared to see you coming. Not this person again Meditation says. Please stop, prayer says.

Are you waiting waiting for something to change? To bake a pie (the change you want) you must first invent the laws of physics, you must run them, you must create a sun, you must create evolution, 10,000 actions before the pie occurs. You’re somewhere between the big bang and the pie on a plate.

What does your fitness do for you? I do it for vanity. Why would I ever want to be fit and motivated with energy enough to make the world a better place while taking care of my family, when I could just be hot?

You reach for quick comfort in food. Your vices are quick temporary fixes to intrapersonal systemic collapse. Tweak system, vice goes poof. Pricking yourself with needles everytime you want a cheeto is not the answer. Book me for a 1-1 where we can find an easier way to think about things.

You don’t care about your health. I’ve seen your actions. Blueberries have more of a self preservation instinct. Unlike fruit, you have opposable thumbs. And like, blood. Who’s winning now, blueberries?

How are your belly and bellows alike? Burn your tension. Smoke rises to the Gods like prayers. Or keep it. I know how much we all love unexplained aches in our 30s and 40s.

Why do you look outside of yourself for the answers? Butterfly effect your way into enlightenment. The answer is within. Unless you want to pine over unsolvable world problems to make yourself feel miserable. No one’s stopping you from making yourself miserable.

What physical feat would be most impressive? You’ve seen a lot of physical feats in media. One tickled your brittle bones with enough semi hallucinogenic daydreams to last the next month of sleepless nights staring at your popcorn ceiling. That’s inspiration, not distraction.

You stress yourself pushing for unsatisfying goals. You sit in your reading nook and read by the light of three rubber tires on fire. Your idea of rest is a coma in a room ritually fumigated by frankincense. Only being tazed can make someone more tense than you. Book me for a 1-1 revealing ease.

Divine feminine is nonsense. Divine masculine is nonsense. Your reproductive organs are as magical as the nose hairs on a ladybug. You’re borrowing authority from garbage ancestors to play with sand castles in low tide. Then again, I guess everyone needs a side hustle nowadays.

If you were stuck in one room for a year, how would you worship? The strongest practices make use of what’s attached to us. Breath, thoughts, emotions, that itchy sense of dread of 10,000 fluffy fat screeching spiders when we alchemize something at the limits of our skills.

Who gave you the power to enforce social norms on others and why do you enforce them? You beat people with social norms like someone in a nic fit searches for half smoked cigarrettes in the ash tray. Just a little hit of power to tide you over. You don’t even know why they’re there.

Who’s your favorite expert? If some of yall chose your surgical team the way you choose your fitness teachers, an alcoholic for an anesthesiologist, a hamster in a wheel powering the lights, a wax statue for a nurse, and the ghost of Joe Rogan’s head hair as your surgeon.

You add more routines. Will more action save you? You set your inner world on fire to meet deadlines. You’re playing Evil God Simulator 3000 in your inner world and wondering why life isn’t turning out how you hoped. Book a 1-1 to open the possibility of a more beneficial inner world.

You’re a fool if you think you know more than the tree down the street. Speaking and listening? Do you think the tree is a bank teller working hard chipperly on a dewy Monday morning waiting for a deposit of knowledge from the propaganda mines your face still stained with ragebait?

How do you decide which spiritual practices are worth keeping up with? It’s more like dating for me. I come across a practice and she’s like “You! Me! We’re dating.” And then she’s inseparable to me and I’m eternally devoted. #witchsky

How do you unwind at the end of the day? Beside beating the horrors of my guilt ridden past with a lead pipe, I follow the clear light through the Tibetan Bardos. The Hungry ghosts come out onto their lawn and are like “hey Rio hope you’re enjoying your stroll” through their tiny mouths. #witchsky

How do you decide what fitness to pursue? It’s not like you have a little drill sgt in your head who was assigned to you and trained by Olympians who each have a little Tony Robbins in their heads.