Just do your normal daily activities, said the sweet technition, as he stuck connectors with wires all over my chest. I would wear a bulky heart monitor for 24 hours. NOrmal? Mmmm those words would haunt me later that day.
We were on a mini vacation in an area of Costa Rica we had never been. Wes said lets go to Santa Rosa National Park. I agreed with one qualification. I would take it easy, not alot of walking as I wanted my heart test to be positive. No more meds for me.
The park entrance was a four mile beautiful woodland smooth road. I was feeling totally relaxed. We checked in with the rangers for free, as we were residents. a young pleasant guide gave us some Costa Rican history. It seems a number of battles, to ward off invaders, had been fought on this very spot.
A short walk away was well planned and maintained wooded walkway. It seemed perfect. I was quite impressed with how neat and cared for everything was. More on that later. The walk was easy so I kept going. Signs pointed out various kinds of foliage. I was especially intigued by the copperwood trees. Their peeling red skin/bark reminded me of a sunburn.
At the same time, I remained aware of not over doing it, staying hydrated, not over heated to ensure that healthy test result.
With this in mind I said Lets turn around and get some water. Wes wanted to go to the beach. We had been told it was one of the most scenic in Costa Rica. Here was the famous Witches Rock, known to all surfers world wide. We were warned the road to the beach needed a four wheel drive. That was not an issue, After all Wes loved to drive through rivers, and bumpy dirt roads are part of our normal Costa Rican life style. So off we went, I was game, remembering how well kept this park was.
We entered a lovely early dry forest road. Everything was lush shades of green towering above us. It was a lovely hot summer day, insects singing, colorful birds flying past, layers of mountains streatching out on one side. Signs informed us that the beach was about 12 K or 8 miles away. Certainly doable this late morning day.
Crash! We hit the first boulder. Ahead lay a deep hole. The adventure began. Many rocks had scrape marks from previous brave souls. For the next few hours we drove an average of four miles an hour. It took both of us strategizing how to manage this maze. They had forgotten this road when they made the rest of the park it seemed. On one side were deep ditches, the other side of this so called road, dropped off a cliff to infinity. What do those yellow tapes mean? Oh No! they warn the road there had actually disappeared!
Minutes rolled into hours. There was no place to turn around even if we wanted to. We were traveling into the unknown. Relax into the unknown my Buddhist teachings say. Can I? My thoughts started running rampert. What if we had a flat, or got stuck? Never mind went over the edge or ripped open our gas tank. Could Wes fix a flat with his one arm? Coulld I help? He reassured me by saying he would walk out and get help. And how many hours would I sit alone, running the AC with half a bottle of water
Screams voluntarily erupted from my throat as we hit yet another rock or jerked sideways as the road collapsed.
Later I discovered my FitBit had registered a mile of walking as I sat bouncing along in our car. Who needs to go to an Amusement Park? My stomach lurched again.
As the mountainous rollar coaster road leveled out we found ourselves in a dry estuary. The ground under the mangroves covered with white snow like salt.
DEad end! There was no way we were driving over that narrow wooden bridge, of heaving loose, broken boards. Wes agreed but parked in mud that looked like quick sand as my feet looked for safe ground.
Move car. Walk over bridge holding my breathe. How I prayed, there must be another way back. A friendly attendant smilingly greeted us. NO, there was no other way out he calmly informed me as the question blurted out of my mouth My stomach sank, My Buddhist teachings again arose,. What a great opportunity this was to perfect calming strategies! At least we would be headed in the right direction.
So now lets find that beach! It was all you can imagine a perfect beach to be. White sand, no one around for miles, pure blue sky, steady high waves. Was it worth it? You decide.
The next day as we looked at my heart monitor results, taking into consideration, the abnormal activity the tech laughed, It all looked perfectly normal. At least something was and I passed the test!!