Being Carly

Race Judicata, windchill and Nate’s repeated attempts to end my life

Author’s note: This one is for Martha and her spontaneous blog-reading confessions.

So Race Judicata was this morning. Chances are, you weren’t there, because my GOD was it cold. I dragged Kyle along for the fun, but sent him home a half hour later so his extremities wouldn’t freeze and fall off. It was so cold. Fucking Ohio wind, that’s all I have to say. We actually had a pretty good turnout, all things considered. For those of you not in the Race Judicata loop, let me fill you in.

SBA decided to have a charity 5K race and asked MCOP’s leaders (Nate and I) to pitch in and help. This was all well and good in October, when it sounded like a lovely idea, but over time Nate and I sort of shrank into the background in the hopes it would go away. To Nate’s credit, he stepped up at the end and pulled his weight. My contributions included the purchase of Powerbars and the taking of pictures. The rest of the credit goes to Claudia, who pulled the thing together. It ended up being pretty miserable, because of the weather, but a ton of people still brought money and we ended up with more than 20 runners, which just boggles the mind. Kudos to Claudia and Nate and the runners and all who showed up. Extra credit goes to Nate, who finished tenth and Shilpa who beat her target race time by 8+ minutes! Hooray for everyone and (for the love of God) can we have it in September next year?

So, post-race I needed a ride home, since Kyle had taken my car. Nate had driven and I didn’t really have any other options (totally should have grabbed Shilpa in retrospect) so I accepted his generous offer of a ride home. BIG MISTAKE. I know I’ve blogged about Nate’s car before but it’s even more of a death trap these days. As soon as he turned it on there was a really strong, weird smell and Nate started screaming at me to roll down my window. Mind you, I’m still freezing with all the nose-running and eyes-watering that accompanies being freezing, and I’m now riding down Kenny with my head out the window like a golden retriever. I couldn’t even catch my breath to yell at him between the fumes and the wind.

Note: I love Nate and he is far and away one of my favorite people. But I was so upset with him I was near tears. By the time we got to the Rusty Bucket (celebratory alcohol-laced MCOP board meeting) I felt like I had been drinking paint thinner. Nate’s pride was wounded by my hacking and wheezing and he insisted that there’s nothing wrong with his car. To prove his point, he kept his window rolled up on the drive home and turned on the heater (which expedited the entrance of deadly fumes). The result was a lot of swerving and a moment in which he forgot where my apartment is. I hope he made it home ok.

I say we pitch in and buy him a new bike. Or at least hunt down the people that stole his old one. Something has got to be done. It’s going to be completely lame if he makes it all the way through law school and then gasses himself to death in a Tercel.

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  • Reply Anonymous

    Doh! Totally would have given you a ride and even joined you at the Rusty Bucket…my philosophy with the time goal, as with anything in my life: aim low, and try to do just a bit better:)

    Thanks for a great event!

    P.S. Its kind of crazy unfair how sexy and stylish I look in your photos. Hahaha.

    April 15, 2007 at 2:59 pm
  • Reply Anonymous

    Well, I win the creep of the day award. But I do enjoy reading your blog, which I have also confessed to Nate (sober) and Shilpa (drunk).

    April 15, 2007 at 5:13 pm
  • Reply Anonymous

    Carly, Thank you. I needed to laugh really hard today. I almost fell out of my chair picturing you sticking your head out the window like a golden retreiver. Classic!


    April 16, 2007 at 12:27 am
  • Reply Anonymous

    thanks Carly for visiting my blog and complimenting my pictures.

    My blog is in Malayalam language which is spoken in Kerala, the southern most state of India.

    April 16, 2007 at 3:04 am
  • Reply Anonymous

    poor carly, i totally agree regarding your comments on nate’s car…

    April 16, 2007 at 8:29 am
  • Reply Anonymous

    1) I did not scream at her to roll down her window. I stated it with exigency.
    2) When she had her head out the window, she did have enough breath to yell and me. She did so endlessly (shrieky-voice Carly: “I hate you so much!!”). I would’ve felt bad if it wasn’t so funny.
    3) Stay away from my car

    April 16, 2007 at 2:29 pm
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