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

I had every intention in the world to complete two runs while in the NYC but unfortunately for me, my blood sugars got in the way. When I awoke to the intruding sun beaming through the apartment’s windows and the car horns blasting from the streets of the Upper East Side on Wednesday morning, Mario was already in the shower, and normally I would have stuffed the pillow over my head for a few lasting minutes of shuteye, but a run was on the brain. I got up, pricked my finger, and waited for the five-second count down: 5-4-3-2-1. The number that shot up from the screen, though, was not a happy number. 2.1 – YIKES! I grabbed some orange juice, wrapped myself in a blanket, and lost all motivation for a run. Thank goodness Thursday was a much better day. I woke up with a BG of 4.8, which is

Day 2 in New York was quite liberating for this directionally challenged princess. While Mario went to check out the Museum of Modern Art and a bike art show at the Metropolitan Museum of Art (check out his blog about it at www.thebigring.wordpress.com), I hopped on the subway – ALONE – and made my way up to SoHo with no mishaps! I had a lunch date at 1 p.m. with some old friends, but arrived in SoHo at about 10:30 a.m. What to do? What to do? GO SHOPPING!!! I didn’t want to hinder my recently discovered directional abilities, so I kept it pretty simple and strutted down Prince Street, and meandered up and down all the side streets along the way. It was a miserable day, buckets of rain AND gusty side winds (my umbrella totally bit it, as did many others) so I may have looked like a