You know how in Part 2 how I said it was Best Day Ever? Well, in my journal for the next day I corrected myself, “No, today was Best Day Ever!”
It was our last day in Costa Rica, and I was feeling a bit sad that our trip was almost over! Making the most of it, I was up a bit early and spent some time enjoying the hammock life for a bit.
After breakfast we congregated by the hotel pool for a final workout using the EmPacks! (
Team Relay of 3 rounds:
- Maybe 200m sprint with the EmPack
- 21-15-9 Thrusters
Once all team members have completed all 3 sets, continue with:
- 200m sprint with the EmPack
- 21-15-9 Power Cleans
Teammate #1 runs with the pack and performs the first set of 21 thrusters. While the Teammate is working, the other teammates squat hold. After Teammate #1 is done with the 21 thrusters the pack is passed to Teammate #2 and they perform the set. Continue cycling through teammates until back to Teammate #1, where they only do 15 thrusters. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Once all of the thruster sets are completed, start over with the Power Clean set. On this set, the non-working teammates plank instead of squat hold.
This workout was so, so fun. This was totally the moment when I realized, I just love working out for the sake of moving and enjoying movement. For once I wasn’t working out because I ate too many cookies, or because I have a race coming up and I have to prepare, or because I’m supposed to. I wanted to work out because it was fun and makes me feel good. The end. And the vibe was so positive. When we all first got there and Donny was explaining the workout and the EmPacks, you could tell none of us were really sure how this was going to go. After a few rounds, the energy totally shifted. We were all getting dirty, cheering each other on, and really getting into it. It was the best.
After the workout we showered up quick and assembled to walk down to the local farmers market. I bought some souvenirs for the fam. And I bought another coconut.
After the farmers market we had some downtime before our stand-up paddle boarding (SUP) session, so I took the advantage of the hammock and took a little nap. Hammock naps are so a thing. Now I want one at home.
Then we walked down to the shore for some SUP’ping!
SUP was incredible. The water was so warm, and although I’ve paddle boarded a few times at home, it was always in the bay or lake or otherwise still water. The ocean was fairly calm, but even a calm ocean has some waves to it. I’ve never fallen off the board before, and there is a first time for everything! But the warm water felt really nice, and soon I felt gutsy enough to try to do yoga on my board. Because the worst that can happen is I fall into the warm water! I did nail a headstand, which was pretty cool 🙂
South of us there was a thunderstorm brewing, but it was far enough away that we were safe, but we could still see the clouds and feel the energy from it. We ended up paddling way too far out to sea, and by the time we went to turn around it took me about 20-30 minutes to get back! But we were rewarded by the most insanely gorgeous sunset imaginable.
Like, seriously. Can’t even.
Yup, pretty damn content.
We enjoyed every drop of that amazing view, then headed back to the hotel to shower an start getting packed up for our airport shuttle in the morning. Insert pouring tears crying emoji face.
The next morning we all trekked back to the airport to head home. We talked nonstop about how amazing the trip was, and how we weren’t ready to head back yet. I asked our guide Adrian if he would adopt me so I could stay in Costa Rica. He said yes, but I don’t think he realized I was serious, hahaha! As we got off the shuttle we hugged goodbye and swapped Instagram handles (as befits our generation) and wished each other safe travels. They were an amazing group to travel with; everyone was so nice and welcoming, and even though many of us didn’t know a soul there we became great travel buddies and had a wonderful time together.
I had some lunch at the airport – my last opportunity for plantains! – and hunkered at my gate with a book.
I was connecting through Panama City, and I knew my layover wasn’t very long, maybe 45 minutes. But I didn’t worry too much about it, until I realized the flight before mine was taking a way long time to load. Too long. Which ended up delaying my flight by an hour. Which means I missed my connection in Panama City. Which means I would have to spend the night in Panama City. Alone. Which has always been my number one fear with international travel – being stranded in a foreign city. Eek!
With that, I’ll see you next time in Part Four!
(Spoiler alert: I survived. Obviously, because I am writing this like two months later)
Go make it a great day!