Given the upheaval of the last few weeks, I might be soothing my nerves by running and by consuming too much Netflix. Every topic I start to write about is transformed into an Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt title by my brain. “Adrienne Gets Sunscreen in her Eye!” “Adrienne Does Cadence Drills!” “Adrienne has Thoughts About Depression!” When the going gets tough, the tough turn to Tina Fey. There are worse ways to cope.
Summer a’came in with a vengeance two weeks ago, when the temps hit the 90s and the humidity did the same. I thought I’d escape the worst of the heat during my weekend long run by hitting the sidewalk by 7 a.m. It wasn’t early enough.
Voldesun, my nickname for my hot weather nemesis, was already getting his evil on by then. On the plus side, I remembered to buy a bottle of fresh sunscreen; on the minus side, I forgot to go no higher on my face than my cheeks so that I could avoid having sunscreen run into my eyeballs at mile four. This seems to be a lesson I have to learn every dang year.
As hot and humid runs go, it was fine. It turns out that carrying water really does help a summer workout feel less terrible. I briefly toyed with stopping at the McDonald’s on the route to see if they would put a handful of ice in my hat but didn’t feel lousy enough to overcome my desire to never pause Herr Garmin. I might be in a different frame of mind by July.
Because I’m not sure that I mentioned it — or if I did, I’ve forgotten I mentioned it, which amounts to the same thing — the Herr Garmin that I’m currently using is technically Herr Garmin the Second. Herr Garmin (the first of his name) crapped out shortly before the Pittsburgh Half Marathon. While said crapping out was inconvenient, doing so just before a big race expo made it much easier to find his replacement. And his replacement, a girly purple Forerunner 230 that actually fits my waifish wrist, is the main reason I did cadence drills on Monday.
Herr Garmin the Second gives me a graph that charts my cadence, that is, the number of times my feet hit the ground during a run. I’ve heard a lot about the benefits of a zippier cadence, like increased speed and a reduced likelihood of injury, but never really paid that much attention to it until I had a graph. I’m a sucker for data I can see.
It amuses me to see if I can change that variable during the next few weeks before my training for Wineglass and the New York City Marathon (!) really start. Just because I am compelled to work it into every conversation between now and November, I’m running my first (and only (seriously)) marathon for Every Mother Counts. I’m *thisclose* to my fund-raising goal. We can do so much better when it comes to maternal health and EMC is helping us get there.
Enter cadence drills. This week, Coach had me run four 30-45 second bursts at 180 steps per minute, finishing up with 2 minutes at that pace. In between said bursts, I have drills like high knees and butt kicks. Right now, it’s kind of fun if to try to match my footfalls with a 99-cent metronome app. I also don’t have all that much invested in the result, other than curiosity. We’ll see if I still find it fun when the work gets longer and harder. Insert “that’s what she said” joke here.
Jokes aside, there were two posts from my sister mother runners that have hit me, as the kids say, right in the feels. First was Dimity’s essay about finding the l;ght as she wrestles with her depression. Second was Kym Gowin’s story about the 5K she started to honor her departed sister’s struggle with postpartum depression and psychosis. These two posts opened a conversation that I need to add my voice to.
After the birth of my first child, I very nearly followed Kym’s sister down that same dead-end path. Two weeks after my now almost 14-year old was born, I was booked into the nearest psych ward because I was a danger to myself. I’d spent that morning plotting how I would kill myself later that day with the sharp knife we kept in the kitchen. Having babies is hard enough. When you add sleep deprivation and a family history of mental illness, you wind up places you never thought you’d go.
I’d like to say that running saved me — but running came into my life much, much later and I don’t know that you’re ever really saved from mental illness. It’s always there lurking, like Kim Kardashian or cicadas. Sometimes you’re just more aware of it. Running, however, has become crucial to keeping my personal candles lit during periods of darkness.
There’s no non-self-promotional way to say that what led up to my time on a psych floor could fill a book — and that I’ve already written it. But it did. And I have. Rather than fill up your phones and computers with all of that, I’ll link to Amazon and Audible info. No pressure. You know your own mind.
Regardless, I can promise this: if we’re ever in the same place at the same time, all you have to do is ask and I’ll bend your ear near in half about the subject. We can even run while we talk, if you want. I’ll let you look at our cadence graph afterwards, too.
Keeping it light, what sitcom (or drama or reality show) would best describe your life right now?
To keep it light, I’d go with The Jeffersons because the song “Movin’ on Up” is running through my brain as I just made the second trip to my NC home with stuff from my NY house.
Oh my gosh…….”.Taxi”, for sure!
Roseanne? It’s the only one I can think of where their messed up family life comes close to mine.
Just about fell off my chair at ‘first of his name’. The Brooks I’m running in will be named along the same lines as your Garmin! Just to make me smile when I put them on.
Adrienne, two things: first, to politely answer your question before I share my own shit: Grace & Frankie. Also the NPR news podcast, because I am a nerd. Second: I am reading this the morning after losing my (much loved) father-in-law to depression, which appeared out of nowhere for him at age 81 following some serious illness. He — and the whole fam-damn-ily — spent the last 48 hours in the ICU, which gave us all a lot of time to ponder and process. Most folks in my family, including one of my kids, current & ex-husband, mom, me… have wrestled with depression at various points and to various degrees. This tragedy opened the door to have the kind of candid conversations that AMR has been having through your post, as well as the other two you cited. I thank you, Dimity, and Kym for your posts and candor. I especially thank you for the Kardashian and cicada line, which I suspect will now be a mantra in my family.
<3 Let's run sometime!
That tv show Enlightened with Laura Dern. I haven’t seen it but lately it seems like my plot is the same.
Sigh. Maybe “The Middle” b/c I’m feeling all kinds of Frankie Heck up in here. Kids are out of school for the summer, and I am having to fight the urge every day not to break out the booze. And my house is a mess and all I want to do (besides eat and drink all the things) is hide in my room and binge watch The Good Wife.
I’m going with the movie Bad Moms and a little bit of Roseanne. My house currently looks like a train wreck.
The Walking Dead!!! This heat is already taking it’s toll on me and it’s not even in the 90s yet!
I audibly gasped during the study hall that I was proctoring on my last day of school as I read that you are doing the Wineglass. I am doing it too! That will be my first marathon.
umm…Andy of Mayberry? I feel like my life has slowed WAYYYY down since I am off for a few weeks (the teacher thing-and I don’t have to take any classes this summer as I already got them out of the way! yay me!) It was 111 here a few days ago…”only” 100 today. It’s 75 when we head out for our run at 4:30 and the “dry heat” thing is a misnomer as the rainy season is moving in. I always feel SO cleansed after coming back from a hot and sweaty run…kinda like being in a sauna, right?
Just as carrying water helps a summer workout feel better, I believe in giving yourself permission to “carry” anything that helps you feel better during those tough times when darkness lurks. Whether it is running, reading, Netlix, cream in your coffee, or conversation with a friend via phone or plane ticket allow yourself the privilege. A hand to hold you up when you feel yourself slipping, or a voice to remind you you are going to be ok is invaluable. Thank you for being that voice to so many of us, and thanks to others in our AMR community who provide that support. Two things more in response to this post-I guess my life right now could have an old song in the soundtrack-“Back in the Saddle Again”. Heart Rate Training 101 is going to get me back in the running game after last year’s stress fracture and an unfortunate attempt to get back on the horse again too quickly with a 10K in April. TLAM Club, Coach Mary Kay Fleming and our Facebook support group have me doing Silly Toes and holding my hands up declaring “I believe!” Week 1 nearly done. Second-We run nearly year round with Voldesun. Best investment ever is a Halo headband available through Amazon. It works. no more sunscreen in the eyes!
have you tried the Neutrogena stick sunscreen – the one in the pink tube? It doesn’t run in your eyes when you forget to not put it on your forehead! It’s great!!