Author name: Katie

A feel-good, race-of-the-year recap: So, you know how I said I was gonna treat Sunday’s race like a regular Sunday 10k easy run? Yeah, that didn’t happen. My competitive juices boiled over right from the get-go; I bolted out of the gate with a 5:15 pace! I tried slowing down, believe me I did. I kept telling myself to reign her in, race your race. But no matter how hard I tried, my pace just would not brake. And I felt great – I LOVE RACING! RACE DAY DETAILS: 7 a.m. BG before: 10.2 (Gu energy gel, no bolus (wouldn’t normally take one of these for a 10k, but my blood sugars dropped two points in a matter of 20 minutes, so just to be on the safe side I took one) –> -50% temporary basal rate Distance: 10 km (10:1 = run 10 minutes, walk 1 minute) Chip time: 57.47 […]

To be clear, I do not like feet, never have, never will. It doesn’t matter if you claim to have the most beautiful, pristine feet in the world, I will find fault with them. I mean, seriously, just look at them. They’re long and spindly, or fat and wide. They’ve got bunions, and calluses, and blisters and toe jam and jaundice-like discolouration and yeah, they stink too. And as such, I’ve never really been one to enjoy a good rubbing of the feet, and don’t even think to ask me to touch your grody foot matter. But that being said, desperate times call for desperate measures. Hello plantar fasciitis, I so have not missed you! So, the overstretched feeling in my right foot did turn out to be a flare up of that not-so-welcomed plantar fasciitis I suffered two years ago. I tried living in denial, thinking it would go

Why is it every time I sign up for a race, even one on impulse, do I always seem to feel the sometimes new, sometimes familiar pangs of pain? Today’s posting was supposed to be an excited, happy, endorphin-filled entry, but alas, it seems some sprigs of worry may be seeping their way in. Bah! At about 2 this afternoon, I was checking out the Twitter tweets of the day, and spotted one from Impact Magazine about the 10 km West Vancouver Rotary Seawalk Run for this Sunday. So I clicked on it, just to check it out, and something in me, I don’t know what it was, told me to register. It’s not a big race, in fact, I think there’s only like 137 registered runners so far. And it’s early, good golly is it ever early, starting at 7:30, which means I’ll probably have to be getting up

Dear Animas, Thank you so much for listening – finally! Sincerely, A formerly pissed-off princess After months of phone call complaints and email complaints with Animas Canada (the provider of my insulin pump) and forum rants and blog postings too, regarding the company’s faulty claims that its ezManager Max software (which enables pump users to download their BG readings and insulin dosages from their glucometres and pumps) was compatible with Mac operating systems, despite NOT being compatible at all, the company finally did something about it. A priority mail envelope was left on my desk at work today and inside was a replacement disk for the Animas ezManager Max software, as well as a letter from the company: Dear Healthcare Professional, (apparently I’ve moved up in the world :D) We are contacting you to make you aware that the ezManager Max software you previously received will not function with an

I used to be a sensible traveler – “used to be” being the operative words! I’ve traveled across Canada, been to several places in the States, embraced my French side in Paris, and hit up the fashion runways of Italy and Spain. And every time, I packed sensible shoes: sneakers, trainers, hikers. But for some reason, in preparation of my second trip to the NYC, I got it in my sweet, naive, little head that I couldn’t possibly walk the streets of New York in hiking shoes, oh no, that just would not do. I mean New York is home to Carrie Bradshaw and Anna Wintour after all – fashion was a must! So my comfortable hiking shoes stayed in the closet and out came my so-called “good for walking” Hush Puppies. Lies, lies, lies! By day 2 of the trip, my right foot was cut up to pieces from the