Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Getting To New Mexico: Apartment Armageddon

Long time, no write! Sorry!

I've moved to Santa Fe to intern at Outside Magazine and am currently sitting on a kitchen table I found on Craigslist that is covered in crusty paint droplets that is sitting atop a concrete floor that echoes throughout the place I found that has nothing in it besides me, a bed, and Gally (cat) because the movers don't come until Monday and coachubby works in Los Angeles every other week.

But let's back that up.

Act 1: Hermosa Beach, 3 weeks ago

I return from covering RAAM. My flight gets in late at night. Let's say 10pm. I go to bed around midnight ready to make up for 2 weeks worth of a zombie-like existence living in the back of a minivan filled with 3 boys (make that 2 men and one grandpa) chasing cyclists across the back roads of the United States.
(Me and the Media 2 RAAM men: Photog Jake North, Videog Brenden Martin, and driver Chuck Anderson. Photo by Jake North...even though he's in it.)

At some ungodly hour--before 10am--I find myself in the middle of a demolition. People are pounding on the roof. They're jackhammering the floor. Apparently, the crap apartment coachubby lived in all year while I was at school was sold to a new owner who decided to completely renovate--with the renters still inside. This can't be legal.

I am pissed. I have a story to write. I can't think. Gally is petrified. I go for a bike ride.

When I return, the front door is wide open and some electricians are standing outside.

"This yer apartment?" they ask.
"No, but I'm staying here and I'm going to take a shower," I say.
"Well we're doing some electrical work..."
"You know we have a cat!?" I say, realizing the open door.
I slam the door shut and start the hunt for Gally. He's not under the couch--why would he be, they're drilling the ground where the couch is (2nd floor apt.). We have boxes everywhere for the move to Santa Fe. I look in and around all of them.

No Gally.


"Coachubby!" I cry into the phone. "I went for a PV loop and came home and these men were outside and the door was open and I can't find Gaaaaallllllyyyyyyy wahhhhh!"

"I'll come home," says the best husband in the world.

Coachubby returns to the beach bungalow from hell and searches for the fuzzball. No fuzzball.

I indirectly cuss out the workers by telling my mom on the phone a few feet away from them how stupid they are and couldn't they have just waited one freaking day because we're moving T-O-M-O-R-R-O-W. (Insert a few choice vocab words here and there for accuracy.)

Coachubby goes down more calmly to speak with the electrical men. Meanwhile I go back inside knowing my Gally cat is the most scaredy cat in the world and wouldn't have run out the front door. He's hiding somewhere, I know it.

I look under the covers on the bed. I lift up the mattress. I look in the closet, behind the couch, in cupboards. Finally, I kneel down beneath the bed (which was elevated a good 3 feet off of the ground so all of our junk could live beneath it) and start patting the box springs.

By hand thuds against a warm bump. I find Gally.

Kitty was apparently planning for beach bungalow armageddon by clawing away at the box springs in secrecy, creating an entry point, so he could securely hang in privacy from whatever that thin fabric is that's on the bottom of box springs.

I must now face the workers outside who told me they didn't see a cat run out and they're right and I was wrong but I'm still angry and just want to freaking sleep and take a shower but I can't because the bathroom has a skylight and there are strange men on the roof looking in.

And tomorrow, we're supposed to pack up and move to Santa Fe. In a car. Another 800-mile road trip. I just drove 3,000 miles I don't want to be in a car ever again just kill me now.

To be continued...


  1. Erin,

    Long time no talk, CONGRATS! on the gig with OUTSIDE; that is a dream come true! You will be so awesome!

    I just moved to Fort Bragg, NC. Will be heading to Iraq in the fall or winter but will try to squeeze an IM in somehow. Can't wait to hear about ABQ; drove thru there out of Denver and it is gorgeous!

    best wishes,

  2. Laura!!! I'm so happy to hear from you! I can't believe you're going to try to squeeze in an IM between now and heading to Iraq--you're the hardest core woman on the planet! How is NC? Do you miss Denver?

  3. Hi Triathlete diva,

    I just happened to come across your blog while looking for info on XTERRA races. You are a 2x world champion that's so awesome.

    Congrats on your Masters and internship with Outside Magazine!! The campus is awesome i graduated from UCSC in 08 and went to see friends at stanford few times.

    I just have a question if you do not mind answering. Do you know of any training programs in the so bay area? i would really like to compete in xterra races, but have no clue where can i get training or join a group that trains together. i live in rpv so i am in the so.bay area but i have been unsuccessful in finding training programs. Any info that could possibly help me find a training program near the so. bay would be MUCH appreciated.

    I would like to compete in the smaller xterra races such as so. Cal's only XTERRA Points Series Race and work my way up to compete in their national races.

    However, i have no experience in races esp. mountain biking, which is why i asked the question

    Thanks and Congrats again!

  4. Hi Melody,

    Thank you for finding my blog! (Just to clarify, I've done 2 ironmans, and got very very lucky in '07 at the Xterra world championships :) There are a ton of people in LA who train for everything, so you're in luck! And RPV is the best place to road ride in the south bay! I'd start with the LA Tri Club ( They have a calendar of all kinds of training events you can join in on at any time--rides, runs, swims. If you join, there's also a very nice email list you can be on that includes the entire club and every day people send out messages looking for training partners to do all kinds of things, so you're sure to find people into Xterra there. I'd love to go for a ride with you when I'm back in the South Bay! Also, Xterra people are awesome so if you sign up for any Xterra event, you're sure to meet a ton of people there that you can train for future events with!