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26 years of Dear Diabetes

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

About 30 years ago I had a dream. In my future, I wanted to be a doctor and an author. The author part was natural; I loved reading and I loved making up stories. But the doctor, well, that was the more the evil meanderings of a younger sister 😀 You see, my big sister Jules is nine years older than me, and back then (and sometimes still) she was always the boss! Jules, at the time, had great notions of becoming a nurse, and me, at just five or six years old, already knew doctor trumped nurse. Finally I’d be the boss. Mwahahaaaa! Fast forward a few years to the day I got diabetes. It didn’t take long to change my mind about wanting to become a doctor, what with the long hospital stays, trips to the ER, endless amounts of blood-sucking needle jabs. No thank you. Thanks for […]

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Why I run…

Diabetes, Running

I run for my health. I run for my happiness. I run for my equilibrium. I run for my sanity. I run to clear my mind. I run to settle my emotions. I run to rid myself of daily toxins. I run to keep my weight in line. I run to keep my blood sugars in check. I run to give Dear Diabetes a big, fat F.U. with my middle finger. I run to experience the thrill of the endorphins. I run for that boost of natural caffeine. I run for the scenic views. I run for the new adventures. I run for the exhilaration of the warm, summer breeze slapping my face. I run for the bragging rights. I run for the competition, the challenge, the notion of bettering myself with every turnover I make. I run because I love to run. And when I can’t run, when something

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Syringes vs. Infusions

Diabetes, Uncategorized

For nearly four years I have not known the feel of a syringe, the gentle ease at which it slides in under the skin, the smooth, non-evasiveness of its short metal tip, and the non-existent flinches, pinches, and pokes that often result with infusions. I was happy not knowing… The day after Jog for the Bog my blood sugars went into a panicked state. Almost right from the moment I got up they were high, not overly high, but high enough for me to be annoyed. I kept giving myself extra doses of insulin in an effort to bring the sugars down, but none worked. By dinner, they were 11.5, and creeping up into the Holy crap, what the hell is going on??? hyperglycemic zone. More insulin. Two hours later they were 15.8. More insulin. One hour later, they were 16.8. At this point, most people would probably change out

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Bulging flames of fire

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

Ring-Ring. Hello? Hi Dear Physio… it’s Princess… so you know how I’m running again? Yessss. Well, I kinda, sorta, totally, uhm, well, you know… I hurt my groin… and, uhm, I really need you to fix it… fast! 🙁 AWKWARD!!! Last Friday’s long run has left me hobbled. I’m pretty sure it happened around the 12 km mark when I felt my ankle half roll on a narrow pathway with hidden dips and had to quickly stabilize my form. I didn’t notice the ache at first, but hours after the run, I felt tightness in my groin area, around the inguinal ligaments, both sides – is that normal??? –  and at first I thought it was just like all the other tight aches I was feeling. But then, as the days passed, a few things niggled at my paranoia. Every time I picked up speed for something, like jogging across

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There’s no crying in running

Diabetes, Running, Training

A League of Their Own may have been talking baseball, but for me this past week, that movie spoke to my running 5,000 times over. Thank you Jimmy Dugan 😀 “There’s no crying in [running]!” But man, oh man, did I want to. Before even starting my run on Friday, I had pre-runner’s trots 🙁 And because of the trots, I ended up getting a much later start to the run putting me out there during the top scorcher hours. It felt as though I were running through a thick wall of heat! And for about 30 minutes following my first walk break, I felt as though I was shrivelling up like a slug out there. I couldn’t push my pace, I couldn’t catch my breath, the fuel I had ingested sat like a bloody lump in my belly, and my body was heating up, dripping with salty sweat. And

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