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,