Another New Year.
Well, we are now inhabiting 2017, a year that looks, from here, to be foreboding and menacing. We will soon have a president who doesn’t have the first clue how to run a country, and has ruined most of the stuff he has run. An incompetent buffoon, a would-be dictator, and a man who does not understand that commercial negotiation is not the only kind. His stench is going to pollute the entire world for a while. We soldier on as we must.
Assuming he doesn’t destroy my livelihood (a distinct possibility), I will be laboring again at MECMC, and trying to build something worth preserving. I might. I might not. The progress toward my own fiefdom has stalled, and I am a member of a group that I am not particularly thrilled at being a member of. I like being in authority, but I don’t really care about (or understand) the goals of the group we oversee. So I’m feeling a little adrift. But I feel like I have good job security; I’m good at what I do and people see me as valuable.
But personally, 2016 was not a bad year. I accomplished a lot both personally and professionally. I finished my first triathlon and my second marathon. I also discovered some limitations: if I want to compete in hot weather, I have to train more in hot weather. I can’t rest long on fitness-laurels. My condition degrades rapidly. I need to keep up the pressure to keep up the capability.
I’ve set some big goals for this year: a spring marathon, a fall half-Ironman. I hired a coach and I will soon rejoin the gym where I can swim. I have new projects at work that will be challenging and exciting, including a high-pressure project that has potential to (basically) directly save lives, which is kind of thrilling and kind of terrifying. But it’s a good project and I’m eager to get started.
BB and I of course plan to travel again in the late spring as well. Europe, probably. We’re looking at flights and I have the $1,000 coupon from my hell-flight back in September. So we ought to be able to get a nice vacation in for not too much expense. I’m vaguely hoping we can rent bikes and ride the back roads of some small socialist nation for a while. Stay in places with good tea and green hills.
But who knows. All I really have is today, and today is the first workday of a new year. I’m sober, sane, healthy, and ready to go. So let’s go.
The First Week’s Training Plan.
Well, yesterday BB and I went on a little 3.3 mile shakeout run. My knee felt ok, and feels ok today. We were slow on purpose, averaging about 11 minutes per mile. Her calf and my knee and foot are all still in the healing process. My knee I expect to take several more months. If it isn’t better by summer, I’ll get an MRI or something I guess. Not that I plan to do much while I’m mobile. Engagement with the medical community is a last, desperate resort.
My workouts for this week are: a 4 mile “easy” run Saturday, which I actually intend to make 5-6 miles to get back into things. A strength workout Sunday. Monday an interval training workout called a “fartlek”: 5 min warm up, 30 minutes of 30 second sprint/2:30 jog, and a 5 min cool down. Tuesday personal training at the gym. Wednesday an easy 4 miler. Thursday a 40 min hilly run: hard up the hills, jog down. Friday rest.
So I’m doing actual speedwork and hill training, under a coach. I’m a fat, prediabetic, 42 year old pahtzer. But I’m going to do the best I can. And as someone whose goals fundamentally include only finishing, and staying healthy, I think I can do it. I’ve done the math on the half-Ironman. As long as I can ride at 13 mph, and run at 5 mph, I shouldn’t have any trouble finishing in the time limit. Those are both significantly slower than my Olympic speeds.
As time goes by I’ll be adding swimming and riding into the mix, running a touch less frequently – though I want to maintain distance – and planning “brick” workouts that involve 2 or 3 training types in a day (i.e., bike then run). It’s going to be hard and I’m going to have to work at it. It’s a big time commitment. It means basically being the only thing I do for 9 months is work, and work out. But I can do it.
I think I can do it.
Stir Crazy.
I’ve barely done any exercise in the past three weeks. I’ve been resting my knee, and traveling. Eating like bear before winter. I’ve gained about 10 pounds, making me the heaviest I’ve been in several years. I’ve been using all my exercise as an excuse to eat whatever I want. That’s fine when I’m running 5,000 calories a week. But when I’m sitting on my ass all day, it’s not so good.
I hired a coach to give me training plans and advice, support, while I train for my next marathon and my half-Ironman races this year. I’m eager to start. I finally went to the gym yesterday and did a good workout that has left me feeling pleasantly sore this morning. I was pleased that I was able to do 5 chin-ups in a row. That’s only one off my max. So my strength hasn’t gone.
I just feel like I need to get moving again. But I want to give my knee as much relief as I can before marathon training starts this weekend. It starts easy, with a little 4-5 mile run on Saturday. Still waiting to get the training plan from my coach, but we’re looking at a tempo run Monday, easy run Wednesday, hill training Thursday, and the long run Saturday.
Tuesday will be cross training and cycling. Sunday will be cross training, maybe swimming sometimes. Friday, as always, is rest. I’m looking forward to getting back out there, hopeful my knee will hold up, and excited for some new challenges. I’m also scared and have to plan to work harder than I’ve ever worked. It will be expensive too: coaching, gym, equipment, etc., is going to end up costing me like $600/mo. The entry fees to the races alone are up around $800 total, not counting travel and accommodation. That’s a lot of money to spend, and I’m grateful I have the option.
So I’m excited for the new year while being a bit nervous about my fitness and weight and metabolism. I’m scared to test my fasting glucose until I’ve worked out regularly for a month again. But I know I’m doing the best that I can. Maybe not the best that can be done, but the best that I can, to be healthy.
A Fabulous Evening.
Yesterday afternoon I went to New York City with BB and met up with my former sponsor, Mickey, from St. Louis. We also met with another friend from the program there, and went to a meeting and then dinner. I miss Mickey. He has been a huge, seminal figure in my sobriety and my life. He’s a happy, friendly, kind, and engaging man who cares a lot about everyone and works hard on a strong program of sobriety. He took me through the steps and taught me how to sit with my difficult emotions, experience and process them.
Going to see Mickey is like going to see a father. Except one I picked, one who was deeply invested in my welfare, and taught me important lessons about how to get along in the world that my own father never could – because he doesn’t know. My own father has now slipped into a bizarre racist indignity that seems to have co-opted several of his old quirks and possible illnesses. He has become unpleasant. I love the old bastard, but he makes it difficult.
Yesterday in New York we went to a step meeting and the speaker didn’t show up. In a panic the meeting chair asked if anyone could talk for 15-20 minutes on step 12 and of course I volunteered because I love to hear myself talk. I told a short version of my story and talked about carrying the message to others. About how fortuitous it was to have two friends in the program there: one who helped me and one who I was fortunate enough to help. Between the three of us, we now have about 37 years of sobriety.
It was a closed meeting and so BB waited for us at a coffee shop, and then we went to a cute little restaurant on 33rd street near the Empire State Building and I had a chicken pot pie and green beans. We talked about current politics, which was basically the first time I’d ever talked politics with Mickey, and I was greatly relieved to discover we’re basically on the same page.
BB is reading a book called Just Mercy, a powerful story of a young black lawyer who started a law firm that represents those poor individuals most abused by our justice system – not necessarily innocently convicted, but unjustly treated all the same. Mickey is about to finish his Bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice. Mickey is about 57 (But looks 40). And he’s beaming with pride to be finally finishing a degree after – his words – a “forty year break”. Mickey wants to serve addicts and alcoholics lost in the penal system, and he will be a great advocate for them.
So it’s was a lovely evening after a Christmas with BB’s family in the Blue Ridge Mountains that was really nice. Though I ate too much, I weigh too much, and I need to get back to my working hard at fitness. I’ve sloughed. I need to whatever the opposite of that is, assuming I used the word correctly which I don’t think I did.
So: back to life. Forward motion. Love. I have it all, my friends.
Priorities and Privileges in Sobriety.
Last night there was a man at the meeting for his first time at that meeting. He said he was just at 2,000 days sober, which works out to 5.4 years. He was in a sports-team jersey and looked a bit disheveled. He looked older than his age at 49 years. A lot of us look older than our age. And he described himself as “still homeless”. I don’t know if that means recently, or since the beginning of his sobriety.
He also talked about being in college. He’s working towards his bachelor’s degree. He’s been a tradesman all his life, and is now working on getting a degree (he didn’t say what in), so that he can be a professional (his description). I don’t know which college he’s attending, but he talked about doing an internship this past semester at VFU (EEC’s local Ivy League university). He said it has been the hardest thing he’s ever done, and he got straight As. He has one semester left before graduation.
In the academic world (which I remain on the periphery of), we talk a lot about supporting the “non-traditional” student. Here is a man as non-traditional as they come. Closing in on 50 years old, an alcoholic, homeless. And yet a college took him on. He’s working like hell despite still being homeless. And he’s succeeding.
I’m kind of amazed by his choice of priorities. I can’t imagine making a similar decision; if I were homeless, my first priority would be finding a way to live independently. And as I said, I don’t know his whole story. But I find his incredible dedication admirable. Even if I were not homeless, in a baccalaureate program, and then became homeless, I think I would request a leave of absence to right my situation.
We all choose our priorities. We all decide what to invest ourselves in and divest ourselves of. When I have discussions about personal responsibility and capability with the other incredibly privileged people in academia (yes, I too am incredibly privileged), I routinely hear about what people without privilege can’t do.
I don’t deny for a moment that privilege makes things easier. It does, and I’m proof of that. I’ve succeeded in no small part because of privileges that buoyed me when others would likely have been allowed to sink. But privilege is not the only factor in our successes and failures. And I don’t think it’s even the primary one (well, unless you count significant inherited wealth). I’ve seen too many people with effectively no privileges at all (compared, at least, to the set of humans living in the United States) thrive despite obstacles larger than any I or my compatriots have ever faced.
I have met poor, uneducated, alcoholic and drug-addicted minorities, with felony convictions and non-binary gender identities who have gone on to happy, healthy lives of productivity and utility. They’ve done it by being honest, disciplined, enterprising, and patient. They and many others like them are not hard to find. You can find them in the AA meetings of any major city.
We should tell more of their stories. In addition to working to change the axis of privilege in the United States, and float all our boats higher, we should make positive examples of people who have risen from the darkest shadows of our society – from trouble both earned and unearned – to shine and help others.
I think one consequence of privilege (in some) is to think that only privilege is sufficient to form the basis of a happy and healthy life in America today. It’s not. Go to a meeting. You’ll see.
Signed up for a Tune-up Race.
I will be competing in the Philadelphia Triathlon, at the Olympic distance, in late June. It will be a preparation race for the Ironman 70.3 Atlantic City I’m racing in September. June will be warm and humid in Philadelphia, and I’ve competed in a lot of tough races there. I don’t know much about this race except that it’s been around for about 15 years and I’m excited to get in another longer triathlon before jumping up to the real endurance event of the half-Ironman.
One thing I like about the Philadelphia Triathlon is that it is a “full” Olympic. The New Jersey State Triathlon I raced last summer was short on the bike course by about 5 miles. the true Olympic distances are a 1500 meter swim, a 40 kilometer bike ride, and a 10 kilometer run. That works out to 51.5 kilometers (or about 32.0 miles), which is why Olympic-distance triathlons are sometimes called “5150”s. Funnily enough, that is also the number of a police involuntary psychiatric hold.
Considering I did the NJST in 3:03, and this bike course is a little bit longer (and a little bit hillier, I think), I expect this one to take me maybe a little bit longer. On the other hand, last summer it was also mid-heat wave, and the high was 96 degrees that day. There’s a good chance that this will be 10-15 degrees cooler, and perhaps not quite so humid. That might let me go a little faster. But if not, so what.
Realistically, this will take me a bit longer than three hours and that’s great. I’ll be happy with crossing the finish line uninjured. It’s time to rejoin the local swimming pool, and get my butt on the bike again. I’m still resting my running legs but I’m eager to get myself into fighting shape. The marathon was a month ago. I don’t want to fall out and soften up. Time to gather my girds and loin out. Or whatever.
So I have an ambitious schedule upcoming. A half marathon, a full marathon, an Olympic triathlon and a half-Ironman. Then, some fall races to be determined. And maybe something in mid-May….
Holidays.
Everyone who knows me knows I don’t much care for holidays. I like time off, but I’m not a big “traditions” guy, I’m not a big “seasons” guy, and I’m not a big “family gatherings” guy. I look at the winter holidays as a time to take a few three or four day weekends and relax a bit before the new year starts. The last two Christmases I spent with BB, just the two of us. Then we spent New Year’s Eve with her family in remote Virginia.
This year, because of weird vagaries of schedules, we’re switching it. We go to Virginia for Christmas, and stay home for New Year’s. I like BB’s family. It’s low key and informal. Her brother is a good guy and so is her father. The family makes good food and good coffee and fun conversation. It’s a nice place to be.
But overall, holidays of any sort don’t really interest me. My family as a kid went all-in for Christmas and my sisters still do significant lifts to have good holidays with their kids. My older sister, especially, really marks the seasons with regular feasts and celebrations. I admire that and in some ways envy her enthusiasm. But I’m not wired that way. The turning of the seasons or marking of time isn’t enough to engage me.
I do believe in celebrating time though. Just, not for arbitrary ticks on a calendar. I like celebrating anniversaries of relationships and events. I’ve already told BB that I’d like some kind of recognition of my 10th year of sobriety (hopefully coming up in about 14 months). I like commemorating accomplishments. The mere turning of the earth doesn’t satisfy that concept for me.
I recognize that this makes me a horrible person and a vicious monster. I don’t much care.
Committing to Rest.
I have another injury I’m dealing with that I really don’t understand. The outside of my left foot gets really sore after a run, and for the next day. Pain when walking, but no swelling. It’s been doing this for several weeks, approaching a couple of months now. I really need to get some rest. For my knee as well. So I’m doing it.
What does rest mean? For me, it means reducing the number of workouts per week, to two or three from six, and for now, for a little while, having exactly zero of them be running. I’m going to the gym regularly, and working hard on strengthening my core, especially my back. But I’m not doing much in the way of squats or lunges, because knee. I am doing core and upper body, and things like dead lifts.
For cardio, I’ve started doing two-mile rowing sessions. I can do it in just under 14 minutes. Rowing is both hard and boring, but it really gets my heart rate up. And it also works my back – lats and traps both get involved. I’m not about to go out and buy a skiff or anything, but I’m feeling like the rowing is a good way to keep up my fitness while I need to rest my lower body.
I really want to run another marathon in April. Mostly because I want to shift my marathon training from summer to winter, and I don’t want to go 18 months without running a marathon. I like the idea of doing my triathlons in the fall, and seeing where I can go with that. So, if I’m going to get all that done, I need to rest now to let my body reset. So that’s what I’m doing.
New Podcast with @DizRuns!
Hi everybody!
I did a podcast last month with Denny Krahe, a running coach and podcast host. He’s a really cool guy and we had a great conversation about running and sobriety. You should check it out if you’re interested in my thoughts on running or sobriety.
Combating Stigma.
I was at a meeting yesterday where a researcher was asking for recommendations for his grant on public health. It involves, among other things, surveying a population about its attitudes toward addiction and alcoholism stigmas. I was there as a public health researcher, not as an alcoholic. No one in the room knew my background. The purpose of the grant is to identify, and eventually influence, public attitudes toward sufferers of addiction and associated mental illnesses.
I tweeted that I find researchers efforts around stigma to be often kind of pointless, and counterproductive. I often vex the addiction research community with my opinions on addiction research because I don’t think we can be cured – ever, and I think that well-meaning attempts to reduce stigma often make things worse. I was asked to elaborate by a friend who is a rather prominent addiction researcher, but on the neurochemistry/biology side.
I’m a little bit hamstrung because even in this anonymous forum, I don’t want to describe the methods of a grant-in-progress, and torpedo a colleague’s work even if I think it’s unlikely to do the good they think it will. So let me speak generally about medical and sociological attempts to reduce stigma associated with addition. I’ve written about it before, almost exactly a year ago.
There are about three types of stigma associated with addiction as I see it, and researchers concentrate on two: (1) The belief that addiction is a moral failing or weakness; (2) The mistrust and suspicion of addicts in recovery. They get both of these wrong, in important ways. Case by case:
Researchers are correct in that addiction is not a moral failing or weakness. It is a disease that some suffer from. However, addiction requires a behavioral solution that an addict must willingly participate in to recover. Concomitant with the attempt to repeal the stigma of ‘moral failing’ comes, inevitably, a stripping of the expectation that addicts have to actually take action to recover. This excuses us of the need to take ownership and responsibility. Without that, we will not recover. Just as a cancer patient needs to actually go to the hospital to receive treatment, so too do addicts need to actively engage in our recovery to effect and maintain it.
When researchers and health care providers attempt to simply medicalize treatment of addiction – to remove responsibility for action from the addict and translate it to the medical community – they kill us. Addiction is not a moral failing, and it is not the result of weakness. But that doesn’t mean that addicts are just absolved of the responsibility and need to engage with and confront their disease. But refusing that is a symptom of addiction. We are highly susceptible to being told we’re victims of a disease and have no responsibility to change. We hear what we want to hear.
In the second case, researchers are often looking for ways to reintegrate the recovering addict back into society. Thus, they seek to minimize or eliminate suspicion that addicts will relapse, that recovery is fragile, etc. The problem is, recovery is often (especially in the beginning) fragile, and addicts usually relapse. In part because of the misguided efforts of the prior two paragraphs (but really, it’s mostly on us).
As I’ve written before: reasonable caution is not stigma. I am an alcoholic. Alcoholics relapse. It would be perfectly reasonable to subject me to extra scrutiny especially if my job required me to operate heavy machinery. It is appropriate to charge me higher auto insurance. It is appropriate to consider me a higher risk for anti-social behavior because I am a higher risk for anti-social behavior. It is ridiculous to expect employers and institutions, armed with the knowledge that I am in recovery, to consider me to have the same risk profile as normal people. I do not.
So that’s the two things that researchers and activists get actively wrong. But there’s an important passive wrongness too: the low expectations. This is what I wrote about in the post linked above. I don’t tell people about my recovery in my work, and not really because I’m afraid of the other two types of stigma. The first no longer applies to me – I haven’t avoided or failed treatment because anyone thinks I’m morally weak. The second does apply to me, but as I’ve said, that’s not really stigma. And I’ve already reintegrated. The ways my disease could be held against me are small and not likely significantly harmful.
The third I get all the time. Ordinary accomplishments are exaggeratedly praised because I’m in recovery. People have diminished expectations of an alcoholic in recovery. Being in recovery is seen, apparently, as accomplishment enough. Anything beyond that is amazing. And so we are praised for things like making it to work. Things that for other people are mere hobbies for me are seen as triumphs of the human soul. Ugh.
I’m an ordinary dude who has a disease that is in remission. Does that represent some kind of accomplishment? Yes. I’ve worked hard and I’m proud of the work I’ve done. But I can’t really take credit for my recovery. I’m no better or smarter or stronger than my many friends who died rather than recovering. I’m just lucky that for whatever reason the actions and rewards of recovery overwhelmed the actions and rewards of addiction. Recovery is a world of contradictions.
Soft stigmas are not much better than hard stigmas. They may allow us entry back into society at low levels, but they limit us just the same. If it’s “good for me” that I’m able to contribute by holding down a job, it’s also “good enough” to leave me in a low position. After all, I’m doing great just to be here, right? I should be grateful I’m not still in the gutter.
I’d rather keep my addition generally private. And be judged by the same measures as all you normal people. I don’t want an advantage getting my foot in the door. And I don’t want a hindrance rising further. I don’t want your treacly pity. I don’t want your insincere admiration. I want to be a regular person with a regular life. Yes, I had to overcome something difficult. I am still working at that. And if you haven’t done it, you don’t know what it took.
It’s fine to admire or find inspiration in people who’ve recovered from addiction. And as I said, I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished in recovery. It was harder than you think. And it was easier than you can imagine. Recovery is as much relief as labor. But measure us against the same yardstick you measure yourself. Because we are not different from you in any way that does not involve a bottle.
