Author name: Katie

Oh man, I was so happy to change my infusion site this morning. I did NOT like having it set up on my butt cheek at all. I kept worrying every time I changed my clothes, or went to the washroom, or even when I was just sitting down, that I was gonna somehow rip it out again. And when I did pull it out, the canula was all munched up and bent over like a twisted up tree! So yeah, I’m thinking I’m gonna be sticking with the belly sites for awhile, and hopefully I’ll be able to figure out a way to make them work with my cycling. So the other day, when I was at one of the health food stores nearby, I bought two Whole Food Vega Vibarancy bars on impulse (yes, I am one of those shoppers … I used to drive my mom nuts […]

For the first time in a long time, like since October, I didn’t feel any pain today – nothing! My hips felt like how I imagine a normal 31-year-old, non-runner’s hips would feel, and dare I say even, a 20-something-year-old’s hips. My knees felt like they could dance for hours and hours and not be plagued by twangs of sharp, shooting pain. My feet and ankles felt like they could be propped up in heels for days. I don’t know what I did. I don’t know if it’s the new yoga routine, or the fruit-based recovery drink, or the resurfacing of cycling, or the strength training or the miracle-ball therapy (not the orange ball, but miracle ball … more on that later), but whatever it is, I’m liking it. Loving it! On Saturday, after a 75-minute yoga session in the morning, Mario and I headed out to UBC with our

Have you ever had that split-second feeling where just as you’re doing something you realize, oh crap, I so should not have done that? I have – just as I was ripping my insulin pump infusion set right out of my body! How, you ask? Well, the other night, at the insulin pump information session, I asked Jonny White, the cyclist, where he put his infusions to best avoid blood filling the canula, like what happened to me last week when I was cycling. And he said that he usually inserts them into his abdomen (where I had mine) or the fleshiest part of his butt cheeks. So yesterday morning, when I was changing my site, I figured I’d give the ol’ butt cheek a try. We were planning on going for a ride that afternoon, so I figured it was the perfect opportunity. It was a little awkward inserting it,

Have you ever been friends with a non-runner and seen the looks they give you when you tell them about the kilometres you’ve logged, the pain you’ve endured, the crazy things you’ve done to continue in your love of this amazing sport? I have, every day. My husband is one of those non-runners who view us runners as weird – and probably rightfully so. I mean, seriously, how many of you can honestly say that you haven’t done something so crazy, so oddball, so totally whacked out just for this sport? I can’t. Today, I plopped my buttocks atop the “evil orange plastic ball,” otherwise known as a road-hockey ball, and rolled around on it for three minutes – all in the name of running. I noticed the other day, in yoga, that my hips were out of alignment again (I kid you not, my left leg is like a big toe

At some point today it dawned on me that the summery pink shirt I was wearing was the same shirt I bought the very first time I went to Portland like four years ago (yes, it’s undergone some repairs over the years, but I love it so much I just can’t give it up) and with it brings great memories of my most favourite American city – the same city of the marathon I’m gearing up for! Eeeeeeeee! So exciting! I haven’t yet registered for it, and I probably should to make it more real, but I’m always scared of registering for races, because the last two times I’ve signed up for half marathons, I got injured both times. The only time I completed a half was a self-organized half with me as the only participant. Last night I went to a Medtronic-organized presentation featuring Canadian cyclist Jonny White, who’s also