Pura Vida! Costa Rica!
Saturday, January 28th, 2012
There’s running in the rain…and then there’s running in the rain forest. Ironically, our 5-mile run around Lake Arenal in Nuevo Arenal, Costa Rica was sunny, rain free and only mildly humid. But a weather report alone cannot even begin to tell the story of running in Costa Rica. Yes readers, CENTRAL AMERICA.
But first, some backstory.
We spent this past week visiting dear friends and wonderful hosts, Merlinda Gallegos and husband Paul Vigil, at the home they’re renting in the 1,000 person (and 500 dog) town of Nuevo Arenal. Why “new” Arenal? Turns out Volcano Arenal buried the old town and they gave it a second shot in the 1960s. This developing country gives new meaning to the word “beautiful.” Nuevo Arenal is a happy rural farming town where dogs running the streets smile, locals giggle when well-intentioned gringos (that would be us) order dinner en Espanol, and somehow – without wifi and cell phones – everyone knows simultaneously that the town is out of eggplant.
As for the setting, think “Jurasic Park.”
As for the insects, think “A Bug’s Life” (but without the cute).
As for the air, think pure, fresh oxygen oozing from countless leafy surfaces.
We hiked lush hanging bridges…relaxed in thermal rivers…saw Congo monkeys…swayed in hammocks…drank water from coconuts forced open with a machete…
Oh yes, and we ran!
Running in Costa Rica is unlike anything we ever experienced. On one hand, our senses were overwhelmed:
- the temperature warms your bones
- the breeze kisses your skin
- the soft earth on the trails along the lake makes for fast running
- the views are never-ending and magnificent
- time seems slowed…if not suspended
Then there are the realities of running in a developing country:
- the roads are without shoulders and laws for driving are questionable (no traffic lights in Neuvo Arenal)
- getting stared down by a bull with an attitude (corralled in by a fence that wouldn’t scare a chicken) is concerning
- Costa Rica is freakin’ hilly!
- depending on your source, the water is either super refreshing or cloudy and tastes a lot like the lake
- always over your left shoulder is that imposing Volcano Arenal…still smoking after all these years
- it’s hard to run anywhere without knowing if you’re trespassing or not (are the jail beds in Central America comfortable?)
That said, the miles were as hard and demanding as they were therapeutic and spiritual. Costa Rica’s beauty is unparalleled and begs you to come back. We accept the invitation.
(By the way, our post-run pancake breakfast made the realities a little less harsh!)
RMFR
By Tara Maras









