I am Jessica, an intern for Road2Argentina, quickly becoming a local here in BA before
I’m even realizing it!

This past weekend I participated in my very first race (EVER and in a foreign country,
woo!), the Maraton del Agua 6K. Me and three other girls that are in the R2A program,
including another intern Erin, all banded together and decided to conquer this race. For
three of us it was our first race ever!

The premise of the race centered on the lack of available and potable water throughout
the world, and the distance chosen, 6K, mirrored the distance that many people are
forced to walk every day simply to find a water source. The proceeds went to an NGO
called Cascos Verdes that is located here in Argentina and the main sponsor was Dow
Argentina, a company focused on creating sustainable solutions to problems of energy
and education. Long story short, I was sold. Running for a good cause plus the ability to
brag that I ran in a race in BA? Done.

Registering was a whole other debacle, definitely in general Argentine style; things
did not go according to plan. However, when we showed up at the pick-up site, the
volunteers were more than helpful and after payment, got us our snazzy tshirts, numbers,
and sponsored snacks.

Then came the day of the race, Sunday 15 April. The energy in the Palermo parks was
electric with local radio djs playing music and people partaking in their pre-run routines.
Unlike normal Argentine style, the race did start on time, which was a pleasant surprise,
although the 15 or so minutes leading up to the race were ridiculously Argentine, with
group stretching that turned into a full-on dance party. Let’s just say the song that
says… “Johnny, la gente esta muy loca” should have been written about Argentines.
People were serious about the race (there are a multitude of running clubs in this city!
) and the rumored fastest time was right around 15 minutes- two and a half minute

In the park after the race, the sense of accomplishment and community between other
participants was just amazing. On the way home we got stopped multiple times by
strangers in the street asking how we did and congratulating us. At that point I loved
Argentines and cultural intricacies!