Going Back for Sixths

While a sixth turn around the buffet table IS in fact a treasured Thanksgiving Day ritual of mine, I’m not talking about Grandma’s killer meat (yes MEAT) stuffing. No, I’m talking about my sixth heaping helping of the Team in Training Boston Marathon EXPERIENCE! (Six years, guys. There’s only so many Thanksgiving metaphors a girl can make.)

But before I launch into this year’s pitch, I have to apologize. I have not sent out a single thank you note from last year, and last year, of all years, is the one for which most thanks are due. I transitioned seamlessly from the Boston marathon to a marathon of classes that hasn’t let up since, and all my handwriting has been reserved for frantically scribbled graphs on the debt-equity ratio. Please accept this giant-fonted, gaudily colored THANK YOU!!!! as a temporary place-holder until May, when unemployment will allow me to spend hours crafting cross-stitched thank you throw pillows.

As a result of all those classes, plus my temporary foray into gainful employment, I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed lately. My number of inappropriate crying jags has spiked – two weeks ago I actually shed tears at the deli counter when I missed my ticket being called. So this Thanksgiving is a welcome break in a lot of ways. Not just for the 16-hours-of-sleep minimum I plan on enforcing, but for the chance to remember how grateful I am for everything I have to be overwhelmed by. Grad school is ($7 bajillion in loans worth of) awesome, a job does mean I have an actual income stream to squander recklessly on Groupons for tooth-whitening, and I am unbelievably lucky to have so many people I adore in my life that my time with them never seems like enough.

Meredith sent me this article once that said the biggest predictor of happiness is a feeling of gratitude. I’ve been told that I smile a lot when I run, and I think that’s why. Even when I’m exhausted/hungover/freezing on a Saturday morning, I am always deeply, deeply grateful for the opportunity to be doing something I love, surrounded by people I love, and for a cause that I believe in. I am also deeply grateful for the generosity you all have shown year after year (not to mention patience with strained metaphors). I am reminded every winter how incredible my network of friends, family, and people who Google search the keywords “spandex and Gu” are. Thank you from the bottom of my pie-crust-encased heart.

Here’s the link (also updated on the right): http://pages.teamintraining.org/ma/boston11/cdeschenes

Love stuffed inside a turducken,

Cait

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Highlights from the Off-Season

I just got my Team in Training official acceptance letter Thursday, which means that soon enough I’ll be flooding your inbox, Facebook feed, and carrier pigeon roost with marathon updates. To keep you occupied while I work up the cardio base and inspiration to do so, here are some (mostly running-related) Highlights from the Off-Season!

April

  • Boston 2010: I qualify with a time of 3:31:17 and only ONE unpleasant incident with a spectator.

May

  • Twist & Shout on the Charles 4-Miler: Anna, Kira and I trounce a motley assortment of ex-boyfriends and bad dates. Sub-7-minute miles are the best revenge, gentlemen.

June

  • Conor gets married!!! Deschenes-Desmond Danceoffs ensue.
  • Anna moved to Chattanooga and we said goodbye the same way we mark all major life transitions. With a run.
  • Boston 13.1: I run the most ill-advised race of my life; a 6:00 am half-marathon an hour drive away the day after a bar crawl through Jamaica Plain. I resisted the urge to nap in a PortAJohn, saw Pryz in the parking lot, and bagged myself two pounds’ worth of free cheese samples, so I’d consider it a wild success.
Dance-offs are the BEST way to cement a lifetime together.
Welcome home, Anna

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

July

  • July went by in a blur of classes and consulting project. My most athletic endeavor was my struggle to the death with the principles of corporate finance.

August

  • Ditto. Although I did have one magical 3-miler on the La Quinta Inn – Stamford’s treadmill.

September

  • Reach the Beach: 200 miles with a van full of TNT alum? What could be better??? I ran 8 miles by the light of a full moon, slept a peaceful 3 hours under a ficus in a voc-tec high school, and laughed at each and every one of Steph’s brilliant animal puns. The ones about the ducks really quacked me up.

 

 

Well, that brings us about up to speed! I’ll be in touch with more pointed requests for funding soon, so set your spam filters now. It’s good to be back!