The biggest danger for any runner isn’t what gets headlines.

Runners and non-runner women are reeling from the murder of Eliza Fletcher – and rightly so. It is a tragedy that a fellow runner and human being has been taken from the world, and that we have to feel this fear again.

But, please, my fellow mileage-tacklers, realize and prepare for this: the biggest threat to any runner, even female, is getting hit by a vehicle. Yet, female runners worry about being attacked while running far more than male and female runners combined worry about being hit by a car! Being murdered while running is actually incredibly rare, and undeniably disturbing, so it gets all the headlines. People getting killed by cars is so common that sometimes it doesn’t even make the local news.

Anecdotally, a few years ago, before sunset, I was crossing at a crosswalk with a walk signal. I was wearing neon reflective clothing, and several flashing lights. A driver who was making a right turn into the lanes I was about to get into only looked left to make sure no cars were coming. She never even saw me. Thankfully, I was watching her and stopped in the middle as she quickly accelerated into the lane I would’ve been in if I hadn’t stopped. I got lucky that time because, before this happened, sometimes I was in the zone when crossing the street, and didn’t always think to look for a driver’s eyes.

I still wear my neon/reflective/flashing lights, because in most situations, they do make me visible. But all the shiny running stuff in the world won’t save you from a driver who isn’t careful. We must pay attention so we can enjoy our run and get home safely.

Here are some tips to fight the biggest threat to runner safety:

  • Run defensively – ideally against traffic. Don’t assume they see you, even if you have a walk signal. Look for the driver’s eyes. If they don’t look at you, wait. As annoying as it is to have to wait another light cycle, it’s much better than getting hit.
  • Run with bone conduction headphones, one earbud out, or no music at all so you can hear vehicles (or creepers) behind you.
  • Carry ID or get a RoadID or something similar. In addition to my name and address, my RoadID has two emergency contacts and my blood type.
  • Use a tracking app. Garmin offers it for free with their Connect app. Other options are Life360 or RoadID tracking app. Some of them will alert your chosen contacts if there is some sort of major jolt or if you don’t move for a certain period of time.
  • And yeah, in case of creepers, do carry a means of defense: whistle/alarm, flashing light, pepper spray, knife, firearm – whatever is legal where you are. Run with a friend or a dog when you can.

Be smart, be vigilant – but don’t let fear steal your joy. I know a few people who’ve been hit by cars while running, and I have friends in Memphis who’ve run where Eliza was running and know many people who loved her, but I’m still going out there. Not because I’m brave, but because I straight up refuse to let a horrible person or a bad driver take something I love from me. Stay strong, friends.

Ebbs and Flows of Friendship

Do you ever feel like friends come in waves? Up and down – and random distances between the highs and lows?

I’ve been pondering this lately because I’m in a trough right now. The last crest started dissipating about two years ago. I see that now, but I didn’t realize then that it was almost time for the tide to head out.

Moves. Jobs. Kids. Covid precautions. Other life changes. These all took my friends away. (Probably doesn’t help that I mostly befriend introverts either! And I say that as one myself, who also often prefers to stay in.)

What do you do to not feel so lonely when the friendship surf is as flat as the Florida Gulf beaches?

I’m trying to accept it for what it is – to know that it’s temporary, just as it was the times it happened before. Friends will come one day. I know, now, that it isn’t me; this is just part of adulthood for me.

But it is definitely hard to deal with, looking back just a few years ago when I had four close friends I saw several times a month, and several others I at least hung out with sometimes. But right now? All my friends are busy/exhausted, hermits, or don’t live here.

Life below sea level sucks.

100 Days of Intermittent Fasting

Once upon a time, a friend mentioned she had lost weight with intermittent fasting. I didn’t think much of it – beyond that “fasting” sounded awful – for years after that. Then, this past Christmas day, after months of watching the scale creep up because of pandemic life, I saw a digit in the tens’ place that I’d never seen before. My BMI had crossed the line to Overweight. And I knew I had to do something.

I don’t know why, but I thought of that friend, and I decided to see if there was anything to this “intermittent fasting” thing. So, I did what I usually do: I googled “intermittent fasting science” to try to find only scholarly or reputable articles about it. I was surprised to find that there are a lot of them. I kind of felt like the only person in the world who’d never really taken a good look at IF!

According to multiple research studies, there are benefits to IF beyond weight loss. One IF proponent and author, Gin Stephens, calls it “a health plan with the side effect of weight loss”. Diabetes runs in my family (though I’m not yet affected by it) and my husband has high blood pressure – two things research seems to indicate that IF helps with – so I decided to pitch to him the easiest version of IF and see if he wanted to do it too.

This is how we do it:*

I began with what’s called 16:8, which is a form of time-restricted eating. What that means is that I don’t eat anything for 16 hours a day; I eat in an 8-hour window of time. 16 hours might seem like a lot, but that includes 7-9 hours of sleep! My eating window started as noon-8pm. Over time I’ve gone longer, and now open my window anywhere from noon to 4pm, and close my window by 8pm. I’ve found this surprisingly easy to do, partially because I can eat whatever food I want during my eating window! I’m not restricting sugar or carbs or anything tasty. Many do, and probably see bigger or faster results, and there’s nothing wrong with that; it’s just not for me because it will be unsustainable for me because I love tasty food.

My husband wakes up earlier and also works really long hours right now, so he’s been doing 14:10. He fasts for 14, and eats for 10. This usually means eating between 10am and 8pm. He has sometimes pushed opening his window to 11am or noon. This is the first diet or healthier eating plan that he has not only stuck with, but is doing very well at! Because again, we don’t restrict what we eat. We don’t overeat, nor do we eat only junk, but the man doesn’t want to live without hamburgers and Cadbury Creme Eggs! Last week we actually each had our own slices of cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory – but I ate mine as a treat after dinner over three days, and he had one bite the night we got it (previously he would’ve eaten the whole thing despite being full) and then ate it as a meal the next day, during his window.

How’s that workin’ for ya?

Well, first, if you don’t cut out junk food and such, and only restrict your eating time, you should expect to lose no more than .5-1 pound per week, after your body adapts to IF, which may take 4-6 weeks. We are at about 14 weeks now… and I’ve lost 14 lbs! I also only thought to measure my waist and hips, and those are down 1.5″ and 1″, respectively, but it’s very obvious my belly and thighs are a lot leaner. I wish I had measured them! I got myself out of Overweight BMI! I also have found myself naturally craving healthier foods, and needing less food to feel full. And since one of my IBS and acid reflux triggers is eating to much or being too full, it has helped with those as well.

Isaac did not weigh himself before, or take measurements. He also started lifting weights at the same time so perhaps has not lost as much as he would’ve otherwise because of muscle gains, but he has lost at least 15 lbs. and has fit into numerous articles of clothing that before he couldn’t button. A few people have also noticed his loss and commented on it if they hadn’t seen him for a while. He has also moved down one BMI tier!

But the best part for us has been how easy it is. This is something we can do indefinitely, it costs nothing (actually, it may save money!), and it’s incredibly flexible. When I was visiting somewhere in February, I found out there were amazing cinnamon rolls nearby. It only worked for us to go there and eat them around 10am. Did I stress about eating early, feel like I failed, or “fell off the wagon”? Nope. I just considered it a longer eating window that day, I enjoyed every delicious bite of those cinnamon rolls, and then went back to my usual schedule the next day.

OK, I’m intrigued. Got any more tips?

Honestly, my main recommendation is to see if your local library has Fast, Feast, Repeat by Gin Stephens. She explains everything really well and has links to many studies.

If you don’t have time to read a book but think you might want to try IF, here’re the basics:
1. Pick an eating window that works for you. Try to go at least 14 hours without eating. See if you can work your way up to 16-20 hours, depending on how you feel! If you love breakfast and don’t care much about dinner, maybe try 9am-5pm. It’s completely flexible based on your needs and your life.
2. Outside your eating window – during your fast – only put water, black coffee, plain unflavored tea, or anything else that is flavorless, in your mouth. (Plus any medications and toothpaste, of course!) Don’t chew gum or add cream to your coffee. There are different schools of thought on this, but some studies seem to show that flavors/sweetness/salt spike your insulin and prep your body for food, thereby ending your fast early. Anecdotally, I can attest that I don’t even get hungry in the morning while fasting – BUT when I opened my window early to have those amazing cinnamon rolls? I was starving an hour later! Even though it was 1-4 hours before I would normally eat a thing, and I’d already eaten three cinnamon rolls! (Judge that lack of moderation if you want, but I regret nothing!)
3. Don’t overeat in your window. Your goal isn’t to squish all the food you used to eat all day into a reduced period of time. (Although some studies show that there may still be health benefits from time-restricted eating even without calorie reduction.) Indeed, likely one way that IF helps with weight loss is by reducing caloric intake. Isaac and I used to snack a lot after dinner. Now, our window is closed, so we don’t. I’m also eating less by not having breakfast.
4. It’s OK to change your window if needed; it isn’t failure or cheating. If you forget and add some cream to your coffee, you didn’t fail and the rest of your fast that day isn’t pointless. If you forget and lick the spoon when you are making cookies for your kid’s class, that’s fine; keep fasting till your window opens. If you’re on vacation and decide to have some amazing pancakes at 9am, or a night cap at 9pm, have fun! If your friend’s birthday party doesn’t bring out the cake till 10pm, enjoy! Those are just days with longer windows. You can go back to your normal schedule the next day, or after your trip, or whatever. You haven’t undone everything or failed.
5. Take pictures and lots of measurements, but stay off the scale for at least a month! One way that IF works is by using your stored fat for fuel. This often leads to your measurements and the look of your body changing, even while the scale doesn’t budge. Take pictures in the same lighting and same angles, and same clothes if you can. Take note of how your clothes fit. Watch for changes.
6. Hunger is not an emergency. We’ve all been told to eat when we’re hungry – but when we start tuning into our body, we realize that a lot of times the hunger we feel is mental, not physical. We’re bored, or sad, or whatever, so we feel like we want to eat. The majority of the time, though, our bodies don’t actually need any fuel, even if you’ve done IF long enough to have depleted your glycogen stores. Even a normal thin body has plenty of fat to fuel itself, and we will not starve if we just delay eating for another hour or two. If you feel hungry but it’s only been, say, 13 hours since you ate, drink some water/black coffee/plain tea and go do some work/cleaning/school/yoga. Chances are you will make it that extra hour or two just fine. When my brain is trying to tell me I’m hungry and I know I’m really not, I channel my inner ’90s kid and retort, “Hey, body! Eat fat!”

And I think that’s it! If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

* Sorry not sorry for getting that in your head. Party here on the Westside!

P.S. Obviously I’m not your doctor. Particularly if you have health challenges, you should probably talk to yours before you start a new way of life like this. You may want to come armed with some of the studies referenced in the above linked articles, just in case they aren’t up on the latest IF research… but they might surprise you; many MDs recommend IF!

Year of Running (or… not), 2020

Ah, 2020. The year where tons of people started running and others, like me… stopped. 2020 was such that my depression was frequent, and my depression is such that it makes something like running feel like it takes so. much. effort. Changing into running clothes takes effort. Getting what I need prepped to run takes effort. Running is exhausting. Showering takes effort. Putting on another set of clothes is exhausting. So, after March 8th, for the most part I didn’t run. Read on for what did happen in my running life this year!

(You can also read my previous Years of Running: 2019, 2018, 20172016 (the year I did a half-marathon every month AND a full marathon), 2015.)

Best Race Experience

The Louisiana Marathon. I really loved this race! It was a beautiful course and the swag and post-race party (RIP) were fantastic. I also really liked Baton Rouge – and its proximity to New Orleans. Running through the LSU campus was beautiful, and brought an interesting challenge since it took place the day after LSU’s victory parade: watching out for Mardi Gras beads on the ground so you didn’t accidentally step on them and slip! Ha!

Best Run

Gate River Run! I finally got sub-1:50!!! I’d been working on this for five years!

Going up the Green Monster near the end of the Gate. I’m smiling despite the workout because I know I’m going to PR!

Best New Piece of Gear

Skechers GoRun 7 and 7+ shoes. Dang. Read good things, found a good price, and who would’ve ever thought I’d be raving about Skechers running shoes?! But the reviews are united in how awesome they are. They are so LIGHT and bouncy! I thought the lightweight Reeboks I talked about last year were good until I tried these.

Best Piece of Running Advice You Received

Running will still be there when you’re ready.

Meaning it’s OK to take time off from it. If it’s just making you stressed, if depression makes it too much effort, whatever – it’s OK to let it go for as long as you need. Walk if you can. Yoga, bike, whatever. Or just take a break. It’s OK. Running will be there waiting.

Most Inspirational Runner

Can I pick myself? Because I think it’s myself this time. For one, I still managed to get two PRs and check off halfs in two more states despite not running for 7 months of the year. For another, I completed a stupid ultra challenge (Yeti 24-hour, + enough extra to make it a 50K), and walked the whole dang thing. For yet another, I made the goal of getting 1,500 Charity Miles in 2020, which was more than double any previous year, and I exceeded it with 1,515! So yeah; I choose me.

Feeling strong, exhausted, and slightly delirious after finishing the final portion of the Yeti Ultra 24-Hour Challenge!

Biggest Achievement:

PRing my 5-miler and then my 15K the following weekend!

Favorite Picture From a Run or Race This Year

One of the best things about the Gate is that so many people I know run it! I thoroughly enjoyed celebrating at the end with these three!

Race Experience You Would Repeat in A Heartbeat

Louisiana Marathon, especially if I can make a trip of it again and spend more time in New Orleans as well as Baton Rouge. I had not been to either before, and had a great time.

Also, this is the first year since 2015 that I didn’t do any Disney races. I MISS THEM SO MUCH.

If you could sum up your running year in one word, what would it be?

Hard.

Running Goals for 2021

  • Sub-2:35 half. This would be just 3 minutes faster than my PR. If I can have another good training cycle, it’s possible.
  • Sub-1:45 Gate River Run 15K. I got my sub-1:50 so this is the next step!
  • Sub-32 5K. I only did one 5K last year. How weird is that. Don’t have any planned for now either, but we shall see.
  • Do at least three half-marathons.
  • Check off half-marathons in at least two more states and hopefully a country. (Got the two states last year, but my country was canceled. Hoping it happens this year.)

I’ve run half-marathons in:

2015: Tennessee, Florida, Connecticut
2016: Wisconsin, Michigan, Georgia, California, Hawaii
2017: Pennsylvania, FRANCE
2018: Illinois, Missouri, New York, NEW ZEALAND
2019: Maine, Virginia, NORWAY
2020: Louisiana, Rhode Island

Half-marathon stats:

PR: 2:38:03 (Richmond Half, 11/16/2019)
Total finished: 36
States checked off: 16
Countries checked off: 3 (not counting the USA)

Covid Piles All Suck

“I feel guilty worrying about losing my job when so many have lost their lives or loved ones.”
 
“I feel guilty being disappointed about my trip being canceled even though I was really looking forward to it for a long time when some people can’t travel for the rest of their lives.”
 
“I feel guilty complaining about being tired from work when there are doctors and nurses and scientists who’ve been working nonstop since March.”
 
“I feel guilty not protesting because it seems unsafe when I know that change needs to happen.”
 
“I feel guilty being depressed by staying home and not seeing people for a few months when some people won’t be able to do that till there’s a vaccine.”
 
“I feel guilty about being sad that the big race I was training for was canceled even though I know it may have been unsafe for it to take place.”
 
“I feel guilty hoping kids go back to school this fall when I know it’s hard on some teachers.”
 
“I feel guilty hoping kids don’t go back to school this fall when I know it’s hard on some kids.”
 
Does any of that sound familiar? Maybe you haven’t said any of those things, but you’ve felt them, right?
 
This Covid life, man. It’s tough.
 
Many years ago my husband was in the hospital for a few days with something potentially life-threatening. A friend’s husband was hospitalized at the same time with something potentially life-threatening and definitely life-altering. I found myself feeling bad about being upset about my situation because I knew things could be so much worse.
 
Isn’t that silly? My husband was very sick and in a lot of pain, but I was still comparing myself to someone else’s situation and thinking I had little right to be upset.
 
It was then that I first realized that just because something could be worse doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck.
 
With the Covid situation, I’ve had to remind myself of that over and over again. Things that were important to me have kept going away. Every single one is another serving of sadness and disappointment.
 
I know that I’m lucky. I haven’t lost anyone to Covid, nor do I even know anyone who’s had it, except for some friends all the way around the world who were asymptomatic. My city has a lot of cases, but there’s still room in our hospitals and we have a very low mortality rate.
 
So I should just be thankful, right?
 
Well, I am thankful. Very much so. I thank God every day that my loved ones are yet untouched by this disease that has been so vicious and cruel to so many.
 
There hasn’t been that one big thing that looms in front of me.
But a lot of little sadnesses and disappointments still make a really big pile.
 
It’s OK to acknowledge them and mourn them.
 
It’s OK to feel what you feel.
 
It really is.
 
 
 
P.S. If you need to talk to someone, please reach out to a friend. They want to know. They want to help. If quarantine or anxiety or depression has gotten to you very badly, talk to someone who can help you get through it.

Agreeing to disagree with a long way to go.

SnapeI’ll own it: I used to be an insufferable know-it-all. In fact, I think a lot of people still have that idea of me in their heads because that’s what I was for so long. Alas, it’s my own fault.

But, people change.

From what I’ve seen, people don’t really become full-fledged, legit adults until at least their early twenties, but in most cases mid-to late twenties. But even after we level up to True Adulty Adult, we should still grow and change. We should never stop challenging ourselves and learning. I do that by reading things that make me uncomfortable, listening to people whose experiences differ from mine, trying to put myself in the shoes of those I disagree with, and seeing as much of the world and the humans in it as I can. My goal is to hopefully make my bubble a little bigger and a little bigger until one day it just pops.

My adult bubble first expanded a lot when I joined LiveJournal, a private blogging site, in 2004. I was 21. Through LJ I met a lot of people I otherwise would not have met. We came from different cultural, economic, and theological backgrounds, but we had more in common than not. That profoundly influenced me and still does to this day.

I also distinctly remember one night, on a public LJ blog, around 2009ish, getting into an argument in the comments section. (Ten points from Ravenclaw for engaging in the comments section.) It was long and tiring – but, surprisingly, it was good. Amidst the typical trolls on both sides of the issue, there were people actually trying to reach people on the other side. Some told me in the end that they’d never heard some of my thoughts on it before and it made them see another side. Things shared with me brought about understanding and empathy for the other side that I had never had before. That debate has shaped my opinion on that issue to this day. The most interesting thing about it to me, though, is this: I did not change sides. I still maintain my original opinion on that issue. But, wow, my understanding and empathy for those on the other side shifted massively. I’m a better person because of that debate.

I think that was truly the beginning of the end of my insufferable Hermione-lite persona. Through that back-and-forth, I had seen the other side in a brand new light. I may not have come to agree with them, but I understood them. And I realized that I can profoundly empathize with someone even if I think they’re wrong.

Nowadays, I’m still a know-it-all, but less so. (Is that a sufferable know-it-all? *ponders*) I still correct grammar and punctuation, but mostly just in my brain. I still want things to be accurate, but I choose those battles sparingly. I still have some things that I nitpick about, but mostly only to certain people because that’s how we show our love for one another. (You know who you are!) And I try really, really hard to understand both sides of a divisive issue. Because even if I don’t agree, I can listen, I can have empathy, and I can try to help with the stuff we do agree on.

* * * * * * * * * *

This post was inspired by the May 27, 2020 murder of George Floyd by a police officer in Minneapolis, and the subsequent rioting. The entire world agrees that Floyd was murdered and that the person who killed him and the fellow “officers” who did not try to stop him should be convicted. Most agree that he received more brutal treatment because of the color of his skin. But, depending on our background, we likely have very different opinions on the rioting.

I always consider doing harm to innocent people to be wrong, even if you’re doing it for a good reason. I consider riots that target civilians, even if it’s “just” their property, to be doing harm to innocent people. And despite the riots and many peaceful protests of the past decade, and despite my trying to have compassion, I’m ashamed to admit that until this recent ordeal, I never even thought to try to expand that part of my bubble.

MLK riots

It started when a Black man I admire and who is known for reaching out to both sides essentially said on Wednesday that the riots were understandable and today posted about his anger and why he is angry. It compounded when a Black acquaintance of mine who is not usually a reactionary or heated person shared a post from one of her friends on Thursday about why this is the reaction some people are having. It continues today as I read another post explaining this reaction and the history of systemic racism in Minneapolis. OOF. Gut punches, all. I understand it now. I still don’t agree with violence, but I understand it, and I truly empathize instead of just condemn. Can I consider someone to be doing wrong and still empathize with them? Yes. YES. It’s hard. But not as hard as what our fellow Americans are going through and have gone through since before this country existed.

Yes, things are better in 2020 than they were in the 1960s or 1860s or 1760s. But better is not the same as acceptable. We all need to look for our negative biases, and work on them – especially if we’re in a position of power, but even if we’re not.

I’m getting there. I’ve come a long way since my mid-twenties, but I still have a long way to go.

Further reading on finding and working on biases:

https://www.tolerance.org/professional-development/test-yourself-for-hidden-bias

https://www.folio.ca/how-to-check-your-unconscious-biases/

https://www.boyden.com/media/checking-your-blind-spot-ways-to-find-and-fix-unconscious-bias-7627148/index.html

https://www.aafp.org/journals/fpm/blogs/inpractice/entry/implicit_bias.html

Test yourself for biases: https://implicit.harvard.edu/implicit/selectatest.html

Further reading on ways White people can help the Black community. Note: you don’t have to agree with or like all of these or even most of them in order to do the ones you agree with. 

I don’t know everything.

Today I’ve been pondering how this world would be a better place if people didn’t assume everyone else’s experiences, opportunities, situations, etc. were exactly the same as their own.

– Just because you haven’t experienced something doesn’t mean someone else hasn’t.
-Just because you had the opportunity to do something doesn’t mean everyone else has.
– Just because your situation is this way doesn’t mean anyone else’s is.

I get it. It’s hard. We humans are naturally self-focused, and we judge the world by what we personally have seen, forgetting that there’s an awful lot we haven’t seen.

– You don’t know how to parent someone else’s kid even if you’ve parented your own.
– You don’t know how to pull everyone out of a tough situation even if you pulled yourself out of something seemingly similar.
– You don’t get to say racism no longer exists just because it hasn’t happened to you.

So what can you do? Does that mean you can’t try to help people with their problems, even if you have some wisdom from something similar? Of course not! Most people want advice unless it’s given with a judgmental or arrogant attitude. But you need to…

– Realize that you don’t know everything – or even as much as you think you do.
– Try to listen and truly understand what people are telling you. Their situation is not the same as yours no matter how similar it may seem!
– And, most importantly, err on the side of compassion. It’s what Jesus would do, what he wants his followers to do, and what good people of any background should do.

I used to be bad about this, thinking, “If it was this way for me, obviously that person can do that too, so they must be choosing not to!” But then I listened to a lot of people who are different than me – not just heard, but listened. And I realized: things are not always as they seem to me. People are complicated. Everyone’s life is different. Circumstances vary greatly even if they are similar on the surface. I don’t know everything.

BUT!

Even though I don’t know everything? I can listen and learn. I can try to understand. I can be slow to anger and to take offense. And I can have compassion even if I never understand.
Slow to Anger

February Melancholy

love-watermark

February has never been a month I’ve liked. It’s usually cold. It’s often gloomy. It’s in the worst part of winter and the heart of tax season (when my husband works crazy hours).

But this year February has especially sucked. It’s been a constant reminder of how broken this world is:

Today a friend took heavy blows in their battle against mental illness stemming from years of mental and spiritual abuse. Their child felt the blows too as they tried to do what’s best for their parent, and not spiral into their own sadness and depression. It’s really hard to be the kid caring for the parent.

Yesterday I learned that a friend’s marriage is on the rocks. This isn’t a friend whose marriage I worried about all that much. They have kids. Good, sweet kids.

Last Sunday was my mom’s birthday. It was her first birthday without my dad in almost 50 years.

Last Thursday was Valentine’s Day. I kept thinking of last Valentine’s Day, when my dad had been off chemo for a few months but decided to buy a bunch of roses and cupcakes to take to the cancer center where he’d gotten his chemo infusions for all those years. He wrote a sweet note and his testimony in a card. He was physically weak and used a walker to get around, so he asked me to go with him to help him carry things. They were so happy to see him. His last Valentine’s Day was spent like most of his life: blessing others and sharing the love of Jesus. But a year later, with him living on earth only in our memories, that brings more tears than smiles.

The weekend before Valentine’s Day we made a last minute trip to visit my husband’s family in Connecticut. There are a lot of blessings that came with marrying Isaac, but getting to share his grandparents has always been one of the biggest. His grandpa was a wonderful man, but his grandma has always been special to me. She even rivals my actual grandma for awesomeness! And then, last year: stage IV cancer. She fought it for ten rounds of chemo last year. It still spread. She’s 84 years old. She stopped treatments in December. We were going to go up in May. We were informed that’s probably too late. So we went. We spent hours every day with Grammy. It was wonderful. It was terrible. I don’t want to say goodbye to her too. My dad just left.

I don’t really know why I’m writing this. I just kept thinking today, as I prayed for my friends and my mom and Grammy, that this world just sucks sometimes. Maybe most of the time. Maybe, for some people, all of the time.

If life/the world/the month is sucking for you too, I guess know that it’s not just you. Let’s all make it through February. March is only 8 days away. And we’ll make it through March too. And April? We can do April. And May. And June. And July. We can make it through the whole year, can’t we? Let’s try. Together. OK?

Tomatoes and My Dad

Tomato

Tonight I ate a good tomato from a local small farm. Home-grown (or at least small-grown) tomatoes have been my favorite food forever. My dad had gardens basically all my life, and always got a lot of produce from them despite not doing a whole lot of planning or weeding. He always grew great tomatoes. I joked a few years ago, after I had several years of unsuccessful tomato-growing attempts, that he must be a wizard because he could successfully grow lots of full-sized tomatoes in Florida.

Last year, the first whole summer in our new house with a sunny backyard, I decided to try again. This happened to coincide with my dad not growing them for the first time in several years because he couldn’t handle the physical exertion (due to four years of multiple myeloma), though he helped me by suggesting stuff that had worked for him. To both of our great surprise, I finally had success, with several tomatoes growing on the vines! Then, just prior to Father’s Day 2017, the first tomato from my plants was ripe enough to pick, it was a decent size, and it looked great.

I wrapped that perfect first tomato in a gift bag and covered it with tissue paper and gave it to him. Even though I hadn’t told him my tomatoes were that close to being ripe, he said before opening it, “Is this one of your tomatoes?” Haha! He knew it! Because he knew what a meaningful gift it would be for me to give him the firstfruits of my long-awaited successful tomato growing venture. He knew I was dying to taste those tomatoes! He tried to give it back, saying I deserved to have the first one, but I wouldn’t let him. All the years he grew tomatoes and let me eat tons of them! Nope – this one was his. In the end that was the biggest tomato I got from my plants. I’m so glad he got to have it.

Then, last December, right around Christmas, my dead tomato plants started randomly bearing fruit. They hadn’t been intentionally watered in months, we’d had a few freezes, and yet there they were. We only got maybe six tomatoes from them before they legit froze and died, but I gave them all to my dad. I called them my Christmas miracle tomatoes because we were all pretty sure he wouldn’t make it to another tomato season – and he didn’t – and here God gave him another mini tomato season that defied explanation. I’m so glad he got to have them.

If there are tomatoes in heaven I bet they’re even better than Illinois tomatoes in August. I bet they’re always perfectly ripe and they’re always in season and you don’t have to deal with weeds or worms or Florida’s default soil. I bet the awesome tomatoes are the least great thing about heaven – but I still look forward to sharing them with him one day.

Dad, you were the best, and I miss you. But I’m so glad we got to have you.

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Hi! I have depression.

This post talks about mental illness and suicide.

In light of the recent suicides of people who “should” have been happy – Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain, both with dream jobs, families that loved them, and tons of money – I’ve decided to write in detail about my mental illness to help with the de-stigmatization of it. This isn’t news to most of my friends, but I’m making a point to talk about it today.


Hi! I’m Bethany, and I have depression.

Until I realized I had depression I didn’t understand it. I thought you couldn’t have a happy or easy life and be depressed. I thought it was pretty similar for everyone. I thought it could be tamed by logic.

I was wrong.

After the adoption of my first son (when I was 27 years old) a few of my friends saw how much I was struggling and asked, “Maybe you have post-adoption depression?” I thought that was silly; my life was great, I was thrilled that my little boy was finally home, he was adorable – and yeah, OK, it was really hard, but isn’t that how it’s supposed to be as a new parent – especially a new parent of a kid whose life just flip-turned upside-down? I put away the idea of depression until after the adoption of my second son when I was having another really rough time and a friend suggested it once again. This time I decided to look into it, and realized that I had every single symptom except weight gain and suicidal thoughts. I was shocked.

Looking back on my life I’m pretty sure I’ve had depression since I was at least a teenager, but it wasn’t major, and since it wasn’t like my friend who was hospitalized with bipolar and depression, I didn’t know what I felt wasn’t just normal. Because for me, it was, and it was much less life-altering than my friend’s. I didn’t realize that depression isn’t the same for everyone. But I can think back to a lot of things then that are the same as now when I’m in a depression valley.

I haven’t sought treatment for my depression, and I do feel somewhat guilty about that, but here is why: I’m very lucky in that it doesn’t impact my life all that much, and when I have an illness that doesn’t affect me too much I just endure it. My depression valleys typically last a few days to a week and happen a few times a year – like a mental health virus. Like having a cold, those couple times a year are not fun; among other things, it feels like an enormous effort to do anything but sleep or zone out on the couch. My life is such that I can get away with that for a few days a few times a year. And since I still have not had any thoughts of being a danger to myself or to anyone else, it’s just easier not to see someone. Finding a doctor, arranging childcare, going to them, talking to them… that takes a lot of effort. Even if I’m not in a depression valley it seems overwhelming. If I am, it seems impossible.

That last bit is the thing I don’t think many people understand, as after every celebrity death by suicide I see post after well-meaning post about reaching out to someone if you’re suicidal. I have several friends who’ve been there, and they’ve told me that when you’re in that pit, smothered by darkness and depression and other, louder voices drowning out everything you know and love, you don’t have the strength to reach out – even if the thought actually occurred to you and managed to push its way down to where you could acknowledge it. It feels impossible.

Well, then. What can you do?

You can be there. If you haven’t heard from a friend for a while who you know struggles with depression or anxiety or whatever, message them to say, “Hey, how are you? I was thinking about you.” This helps me even in my comparatively mild depression. Then, listen to them. If they’re saying they’re depressed or suicidal, don’t say, “Oh, you just need to go for a walk/get back out there/watch a happy movie/have a drink/whatever.” Try to understand what they’re saying and don’t try to problem-solve. It probably took an astounding amount of effort and feels like a huge risk to talk to you about it, so don’t judge them. Mental illness is a malfunction of the brain; it can’t be logic-ed away, and it doesn’t have to make any sense. Your friend might have the perfect marriage, a great job, be wealthy, travel all over the world, or have a generally easy life – and they could still be thinking no one would care if they weren’t here anymore, or that the pain is too much to bear any longer. If their depression is at all like mine, they likely have extra guilt or anxiety pushing down on them because they feel so awful or blah when they know they “shouldn’t” because their life is great! Also, if you pray, pray for them – and if they’re open to it, with them – and pray for yourself to be the friend they need. (This should go without saying, but DO NOT bash them over the head with God in any way, shape, or form!) If they are suicidal and are open to a help line, give them the number (text 741741 or call 1-800-273-8255). Offer to dial the phone for them and maybe even be the first to talk to the person on the other line. Stay with them while they talk or sob into the phone. Stay the night with them if you can and they want you to. If they need encouragement to go talk to someone in person, offer to help by giving them a ride, or watching their kids, or texting them funny gifs. And finally and most importantly: love them. No matter what. And make sure they know it! 

Oh – also – don’t forget to be real about your own struggles with mental illness, if you have them. We aren’t ashamed to talk about it if we have diabetes, or multiple sclerosis, or cancer, or any other illness; why are we ashamed to talk about mental illness?

God loves you no matter what, and if I call you my friend, so do I. Be well. ❤