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Telus: supporting my faulty pancreas

Diabetes, Uncategorized

Last week I finally attended my very first blogging conference; it only took 3 years to get an invite, no biggie 😉 Bloggers and Brands hosted the free conference, last Tuesday, for Vancouver area bloggers at the VanCity Theatre with the premise of connecting bloggers with brands. Basically, an avenue to help us bloggers down a path towards making money with our blogs. I’ll be honest, when I first learned of this conference, I was skeptical. I was unsure how the list of sponsors (Telus, Canadian Beef and Canadian Chicken) would fit in with the focus of Princess of Pavement. I don’t know, maybe it’s the old-time journalist in me holding onto the ideals of not selling out, which at first glance, I thought this would lean towards. But, just as running did for me so many years ago (I was the girl who used to make fun of runners […]

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BMO, bikes butts and bits

Diabetes, Races, Running

Here we go again! It has been just shy of 1 year and 7 months since I last set out to run a race, and while I’m not doing a marathon, half marathon, or even 10 km for that matter, this Sunday, when I snap my Garmin around my wrist and lace my sneakers up for the Vancouver BMO 8 km run, I will be racing – against the other runners on the road, against myself, against Garmin, and most importantly against those frustratingly pokey demons in my head! Given that it’s been so long since I a) have run a race, and b) have raced a distance this short, I’m not sure I prepared as well as I should have… I’m not sure if it was wise I ran speed repeats last Monday; one of the windiest days I’ve ever endured on a run. And even if it was okay,

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Tire repair… or not

Diabetes, Running, Training, Uncategorized

So apparently a bike tire isn’t the same as a bike wheel – who knew? Big Ring. For years that dear, semi-patient husband of mine has been correcting me every time I talk about the bike tire when I should be referring to the bike wheel and vice versa. What do you mean it’s not a tire, I’d say, it looks like a tire, how could it not be a tire? But he kept saying wheel, wheel, wheel. And I kept getting more, more, more confused. He tried explaining it. He tried visuals. He tried analogies. He tried separating the parts into a pie chart of tire, wheel, tube and some other rubbery thingy. None of it stuck. And so, I suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise that when I told him one of my favourite running chicks was hosting a tire repair session at her house, he practically bounced

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No quitting allowed

Diabetes, Running, Training, Uncategorized

I thought for sure when I set out on my run yesterday morning, I’d be leading this post off with a big fat ugly “Ugh!” By all accounts this run should have been a disaster. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong… that is, except for the run itself 😀 Because I was scheduled to run 45 minutes, I decided Saturday evening that this run would be a practice run for next Sunday’s race. I had intended to wake up at 5:15 a.m. (not as early as I’ll have to next week, but early nonetheless), down a Z-bar and some water, and be on the road by 6 a.m.. I had intended on getting a great night sleep. And I had intended on running with perfect blood sugars. None of that happened. I had a horribly crummy sleep, waking up every hour from 10:30 to 2:30 fighting an over-active

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Hypoglycemic doozies

Diabetes, Uncategorized

The other night I was lying in bed and I couldn’t sleep. I tossed. I turned. I was tired, but my brain wouldn’t shut off. It took about 20 minutes of this before I decided to check my blood sugars. They were 3.4; I should have known. For the most part our bodies are pretty good at telling us when things aren’t right, and for me, a surefire sign my blood sugars are low at night is when I battle with sleep. And yet, it’s almost always the last thing I check. As far back as my teenage years I’ve been fighting sleep the same way I did the other night. I’d stuff a pillow over my head. I’d get up to go to the washroom 5,000 times. I’d berate the sleep demons in my head. Anything but actually check my blood sugars. Nine times out of 10, they were

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