Just got back from a run with the girls, it was much longer and faster than I wanted to go. Freaking Christina always pushes the pace and Anna can't help but keep up with her, Marre wants to keep up too, but knows that maybe she should go slower but also wants to run as a group. We ran a city loop, a long one, longest probably for Laura, shortest for me and Christina. My watch battery died so I didn't really even know how long we had/were going, but I new it was going to be too long for the scheduled workout. I'm a really bad watchless person, I have to contantly ask for the time, and I hate it. I really nees to go to ShopCo to get a new battery and maybe take advantage of their self checkout, cause it's so much fun . . . :)

We had a time trial this morning, about a 5 km skate around the Superior loop, I finished sixth out of six, don't know why I was expecting more, I had high hopes of not placing last again, don't really know who I wouldv'e beat. I was hoping to destroy Randi, cause it's a plain and simple fact that she has horrible technique and probably shouldn't even be able to move forward on her skis, then again, Christina probably shouldn't be able to either, but who am I to judge skiers' when I'm the slowest one? Oh well, it's early season yet, really don't know where all that anger just came from. . . scratch that, I know exactly where it came from, running with Christina, and now listening to her pronounce gnocchi with the silent g not silent, oooo it get's to me. Fuck! Why on earth am I being so negative, it makes me angry, I really just should vent here then delete the whole post.

Okay, need to rinse off then go pick up pasta for William, now, more later. Fuck.

Caitlin

Fasting for the turkey . . .

Happy Thanksgiving to all. I love Thanksgiving, it's a wonderful continuation of the Holiday season, all starting with my birthday of course. Today I'm sitting in my living room listening to Aretha Franklin, already listened to the Reverand Al Green. For some reason, soul music seemed like good cooking music today. I almost cracked and put on Christmas music, but since I've made such a big deal about my Christmas limits, I couldn't jusitfy it. So my addition to dinner this year is a pumpkin cheesecake that I last made with dear Arcadia, and dressing. It's called dressing when it's not cooked in the turkey, I learned that this year watching Let's Talk Turkey on the Food Network. The dressing I'm making is one that Mom has made almost every year that I can remember, except when all we have is Grandpa's sage and potato stuffing. I think Mom often feels guilty that she prefers her stuffing to Grandpa's, it's like his legacy sort of, we eat his stuffing every Thanksgiving and Christmas. But I don't think having his stuffing means we can't also have potatoes.

Today we went skate skiing out at Blueberry. I skied with Laura for the whole thing as I often do. I just hope my slower training speeds will eventually pay off. I don't think I can really loose when Laura is by far the best skier on the team, training with her will only help me. My feet were really cramping up during the ski, it takes a while for my feet to feel okay in my skate boots, the uphills on the Superior loop certainly didn't help my situation. I got a little frustrated with Marre today when she was putting down the boys' no shave November tradition, to me that was an attack on all tradition, which I couldn't live without. But then after the ski, she mentioned how excited she was to take part in Thanksgiving. Randi then asked basically what the tradition/holiday even was. It was fun explaining the whole story behind Thanksgiving with the Indians helping out the Pilgrams, saving them from starvation. That this is a whole holiday based upon giving thanks to those around you, your family, your team, your roommates. I get all nostalgic thinking about it. Funny now the stigmas and sterotypes that we have given Native Americans, I wonder if they celebrate Thanksgiving with such zeal, seeing how they would probably be better off having let us all die that November.

Alright, I really need a shower and want to be able to get it in while the cheesecake is in the oven. I want to look in there so badly, but I was advised not to in a review online, I had to write myself a sticky note reminding me not to open the oven until about the timer went off. Bummer, I want to witness my cheesecake setting up and getting all wonderful inside. Alright, Kevin is coming over to give me some whipping cream, who doesn't love fresh whipped cream? Happy Thanksgiving to all, I thank each and every one of the people in my life for being so awesome!

Caitlin

Monday Morning

Monday morning, already feeling a little tired, I'm guessing that might be because I may have overslept . . . Not sure I really believe in over sleeping, but I have no other explanation. I slept in until 11:00, and I'm barely keeping my eyes open, I think it's the couch, it sucks me down.

As far as what I have to do today, should maybe look at what I was supposed to have done for my 2:00 class, which is only worth 2 credits and the only class I might not get an A in, Purchasing, I just hate it, I think it's boring and there's no pictures in my text book. I also need to talk with Ms. Cory about the class I skipped last Friday, I'm pretty sure she just went over what's expected for our food memoir paper due the week after Thanksgiving. I think I might write about my senior year Tour de Colorado ski trips and restaurants. Yes, I think I will write about my farewell tour to all my favorite restaurants. I also need to put away all my laundry, which is clean, but now on my dirty floor, hmmm. That might be it for now . . . Oh, dinner up at Tim's too.

I cut my finger last night making beef stroganoff (which turned out rather well), using the knife Tim gave me for my birthday, I really haven't cut myself using a knife in a really long time, I'm generally really careful when chopping/cutting, but I was cutting a cheap cut of meat and not paying attention. Oh, I also made that artichoke bread that I've been kind of craving, damn it, I just realized that I didn't put it in the fridge for some odd reason, it's got mayo in it, of course it should go in the fridge, oh well.

Hmmm, watching What Not to Wear, not getting anything done, I really need to look at what I have to do for class in 30 minutes (minus 20 minutes for getting to class) shit, I've really got to go now, I should have made coffee. Oh, I also have to call dad about studded bike tires, oops!

Caitlin

Waiting, not watching, for my water to boil for round two of dinner. Had some troubles today with that; used pre made raviolis and a sauce packet, somehow I managed to fuck them both up a little/a lot. I used water instead of milk for the sauce, and no where near enough water for the pasta, things really shouldn't be that complicated. Not to mention Tim was giving me shit the whole time for even using a sauce packet, although I know from Tanya that they have both eaten sauce from a packet before . . .

Speaking of which, freaking Tim found out about this blog while stalking me and my sister's wall to wall on facebook. He's worried about how this will make him look to others, so don't judge, facebook ruins lives. I know of two specific couples who have ruined themselves through facebook, good thing this is the worst thing for me to hide. I'm having a hard time writing with the looking of over my shoulder . . . I'm currently sitting at Harrison St, trying not to, but very much wanting to go watch Grey's Anatomy, but it would be all out of order and ruin it for me slightly, not to mention Tim almost insisted on an update, just wants me to keep this up to date. So Megan, we'll have to save the truly private matters for not this blog, sorry I wasn't so careful about the leak. That's all for now.

Caitlin

So I was up until 1:00 last night working on my English paper that we've been working on for quite a long time. I'm and idiot, I don't know how or in what world I would put things like this off for so long. Speaking of which, still not done with the paper. I decided to skip yoga and class this morning to finish it up. I tell myself this is because sleep last night was way more important (as a skier) then finishing my paper. The class I'm skipping is one that I actually only have once a week, and she specifically told us not to miss it . . . but I haven't skipped all semester and she's a pushover. All she was going to talk about for three and a half hours was our food memoir paper, probably share some examples and give us a trillion pointless handouts. I'll just go in and talk with her Monday, or ask a classmate the specifics of the assignment. It's like she could just give us an assignment sheet and a due date, or she could talk about it in circles for the whole damn class period. So, I've made the executive decision to NOT attend, and it feels so good! I have five and a half hours to complete this, I think it will happen easily, but I can't always be sure of my dedication to a dumb paper and not to everything else the Internet has to offer, like blogs :)

So I'm in the basement of my little house listening to "One More Time" by Daft Punk and drinking a mocha/coffee that I would definitely get shit for drinking. I don't understand that dumb stigma on people who don't drink their coffee black. So I like things a little sweet, what's the big deal? The basement is quite nice, it's a whole separate space that I don't have to worry about as many distractions, and I was able to do five loads of laundry last night as I worked. This is a testament to my laziness over the past few weeks, five loads is extreme, never have I done that much laundry before, thank goodness I have a lot of clothes and have started going commando so I don't have to worry about clean underwear. I didn't even do any white, because I want to wait to wash my chef's white with them in bleach. I've started with the bleach to keep my whites whiter. But I don't suppose it really works all that well on pit stained old t-shirts and socks that I've worn running in the mud for the past six years (I really do have a couple pairs of usable six year old sock, NewBalance, they are wonderful and perfect).

This is a good sign, my coffee is kicking in and I'm tripping over my fingers far less than usual as I type, so paper writing bodes well. Funny, as I said that I must have backspaced no less than 20 times, oh well. Well, in the spirit of my paper and in closing. . . Share the road out there, especially you dumb Marquetters.

Caitlin

Here we go . . .

Well, here we go. Megan has successfully convinced me to start a blog, it didn't even really take that much persuading, I just figured that it couldn't hurt to let my friends and family know what I'm up to. Also, I'm in the library, on coffee, not wanting to write a huge paper due tomorrow worth 30% of my final grade . . . shit.

As long as my fellow skiers never find out about this, I hopefully won't be teased mercilessly.

So in thinking of an appropriate theme for this blog, I picked the three things most important to me: nordic skiing, my current major/desired career, and the stage of life I'm in. I don't promise beautifully constructed sentences or to censor my life. I will write about what I choose, but will try to focus mostly on the three major parts of my life (which really consume all my life). . .

Hope you enjoy what I have to say.