It’s cold today, and the forecast shows that it’s going to stay this way and get worse from here on out. Compared to other places in the world, Boston for example, this is not cold. In fact, friends back home would say I’ve gone soft, and the truth is, I have. After three years out of a Boston winter, the slightest bit of weather change gets me sick and if it’s not over 70 Fahrenheit, I consider it chilly. What can I say? I was born in July and am a warm weather baby. I need to be in shorts and a t-shirt to truly be happy. I don’t mind sweating when it’s hot out (in small doses), but freezing cold while already bundled up is no way to live.
This is kind of a concern because now as it gets colder, my will to run is diminishing quickly. Rather than being outside cold and sweating at the same time, which only makes me think of how it’s going to get me sick, I’d rather be indoors warm and resting up, hibernating like a bear. But alas, I still have my running team and have resigned myself to at the very least continue on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Where I once yearned to run at least four days a week, I’m now struggling to put in the bare minimum two. Last Thursday they gave us new long sleeve shirts, so maybe that will help a bit.
On Wednesday Argentina will celebrate the 25 de Mayo festivals, and though I said the FILA race was going to be my last one in April, I was roped into running this 10k early in the morning in the cold. There seem to be more and more races now, and I say yet again, this will be the last one I do until getting back to warm weather. I just don’t run well in the cold and don’t enjoy the sport as much when I’m too cold to feel my nose.
Speaking of cold, hell must have frozen over because today I actually got some help from an Argentine government office. Ironically, it’s located in the United States. You see, way back when I started all of my paperwork to get citizenship in Argentina, we called upon the Argentine Consulate of New York to begin the process. The consular officer there was awfully helpful and friendly with my mom, and I’ve since enlisted her help on a couple of other occasions. This time, I called to see if anything could be done about my DNI. If you’ll remember, the Registro de las Personas has been holding it up due to my mother’s maiden name. I spoke to two consular officers and both were very sympathetic and understanding, and agreed that the workers at the Registros here are idiots.
The consular officer who has helped us all along then called the Registro de las Personas in Buenos Aires on my behalf and explained the situation, that she personally inscribed me in their consulate, and that I am a citizen of Argentina. That information will be given to a judiciary committee, where my paperwork is currently held up for a closer review. Hopefully, her good word will be enough, and if not she said she would mail a letter from the consulate on my behalf. If that still doesn’t do the trick, and they wind up rejecting my paperwork again, she said the consulate will take care of it for me in New York when I return in July.
It would be a big waste of time, of course, and it’s not ideal, but at least we know that the whole process won’t have failed and been for nothing. If I need to do it in New York it will take another 4-5 months or so, and the officer told me how ironic it is, that after all this time, if I’d just done it there with them I would have had it so long ago. Live and learn, I suppose. It’s just nice to see that finally someone in the Argentine government is working to help me out, even if they aren’t even in the country,