Diabetes

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And so it begins…

Diabetes, Running

I’ve waited for this day, dreamed of this day, ached for this day. And yet, when it finally arrived, my belly was all full of nerves, my heart was shaking, my legs quaking. The reason: A run; my first in 7 months! Heading out. Prior to lacing up my sneakers last night, I had visions of tripping on the pavement like I did the night I first learned of Little Ring in my belly, or of my hip popping out, like it did so many times pre-pregnancy, or of getting a tweak in my knee, or cracking my ankle bones with the kicking of my feet. Not surprising really. With my running past being so injury laden, it was hard not to worry about what may be. But then, I got out there. And oh man, the moment my sneakers hit the pavement, the moment I felt the beat of […]

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Out with the old…

Diabetes, Running

You can’t be loyal forever, not when it comes to shoes. For close to three years my feet have been laced up in the white and neon green Mizuno Wave Inspire 6 shoes, a beautiful shoe, perfectly structured to fit my foot like Cinderella’s glass slipper fit hers. We spent hours traveling the roads together, sharing our wind-swept journeys, loving one another. We ran Portland, the Oregon Coast, Toronto, Santa Rosa, San Francisco, and all over Vancouver and the Valley. And I was loyal, so loyal. I wouldn’t dare look at another shoe. She was my one and only; there was no thinking of others. We shared laughter. We shared tears. We shared love. But our love, so strong I would buy three pairs in one purchase, was not enough for Mizuno to sustain the shoe. Mizuno moved on from its Wave Inspire 6s, trading them in for a much

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Trainer trials and tribulations

Diabetes, Training, Uncategorized

Good golly I can’t believe I used to do this for up to an hour, even an hour and a half, at a time! Little Ring: “Tall person with boobies, why are you riding your contraption inside???“ After more than 9 months off the bike, Big Ring pulled Zing out of storage, dusted off the cobwebs, polished her up a bit, and pumped up her tires in preparation for our long-awaited reunion. I’d love to say it was a good one, but as has always been the case, when Zing’s shackled to the bike trainer, it’s more a chore than anything. The bike trainer is nothing like those spring/summer/warm fall days spent in the elements, pedalling hard up the Camosunburg (which isn’t so burg anymore since its repaving this summer), feeling the warm wind whip at my face as I zoom down to Spanish Banks, taking in the scenic views

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Unlocking the T-1 shackles

Diabetes, Uncategorized

A Cure… It would mean I could live freely without people looking at me with pity in their eyes, or telling me tales about their grandma who had her foot amputated because of diabetes, or of a friend of a friend whose blood sugars went so low while in the shower, he passed out and drowned, or of an acquaintance who had a heart attack while pregnant because of her diabetes… It would mean I could eat freely without others telling me how to eat, that I could reach for a piece of chocolate, or a cookie, or a scoop of ice cream without family members, friends and strangers – all with outdated information – questioning, and or admonishing, whether it wise I ingest such sweet treats… It would mean I could run freely without worrying about my blood sugars crashing, or having to calculate how much to reduce my

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