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hills, speed, lsd

“Holy freaking hell, I did it!!!!!!!”

Diabetes, Races, Running

Yesterday’s half marathon effort was a personal best in so many ways. Oh my goodness the pride and joy I am still feeling today; seriously, the endorphins are in major overdrive. Despite spending the last 15 weeks training for a half marathon, I wasn’t planning on running a half marathon. I was still pretty jaded from my last half effort, and had promised my body we’d concentrate more on conquering the 10k than the half… for awhile at least. But then the UBC run study happened. A study that, despite being targeted for “beginner” runners, had a killer training program that, not to gloat or anything, I was killing! How could I not see if the solid training would translate over to a solid race? So, two weeks ago I managed to secure a bib for the Vancouver First Half half marathon. Days leading up to the half I kept […]

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Ramblings of a Type-1 No. 6076

Diabetes, Parenting, Running

The other day after reading one of my most favourite fellow type-1’s blog posts about a recent low she had, I started reflecting on the lows of my life. This isn’t an unusual thing. I think when something out of your control renders you completely helpless to the point of holy freak that happened and I survived (yes, some have been that dramatic!) it sticks with you and is a constant reminder that no matter how well you manage your Dear Diabetes frienemy, you just never know when her evilness will underhandedly strike you down. I’ve had some doozies over the years; some I’ve already shared, some I will never share. I’ve passed out alone in a ditch; I’ve smashed head first into the corner of a pointed glass coffee table, full weight down; I’ve woken up with my tongue a throbbing, swollen mess and the insides of my cheeks

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“Oh bloody hell”

Running

It’s time to come clean folks. I am not going to lie. I did not want to do these hills. I dreaded these hills. Secretly, I hoped, wished, silently begged for my critter-loving running chick to have a critter-style emergency resulting in her being a no-show. No such luck. I first saw the agenda for Tuesday’s hills about a month ago, when I was organizing the Sunday babysitting schedule. The second my eyes drifted past the workout, they nearly bugged right out of their sockets. What the frick? Are you kidding me? No! No! No! I am not doing those. I can’t do those. I will not do those hills. There is no way my legs, let alone my lungs, can withstand those hills. Ninety second hills should not be allowed. Eight times 90 second hills should never be spoken of. I spent a month trying to concoct the perfect

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Direction by committee

Running, Training, Uncategorized

(Note: I am seriously behind on blog posts; this one should have been posted Sunday or Monday. Please send all your complaints to the Douglas College chemistry department.) You say tomato, I say tomAto. This is the map of the route we were supposed to run Sunday. This is the map of the route we actually ran Sunday. Pretty much totally the same. Yes folks, the lost runner in me struck again. But hey, a few added hills never hurt anyone right… right? As one of my favourite running chicks noted, we weren’t lost, we were exploring. Two hours in the trails – just look at this beauty! And with a water station on route, we were totally set – lost or not! SUNDAY RUN DAY: 8:45 a.m. BG before: 6.7 Carbs: banana + dried apricots 30 min b/f and 15 min b/f (no bolus) Temp. basal: -50 per cent;

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All struggling. All smiling.

Diabetes, Running, Training, Uncategorized

You win some, you lose some. And yesterday’s run, much to my dismay, was very much in the loser file. I could not get my bearings at all. My ankles felt crazy wobbly, and the upper half of me felt as though it was going all over the place too. My breathing was heavily laboured. I was crazy overheating. My stomach innards were flopping. And Dear Diabetes was being a major jerk face! I woke up at 4 a.m.. I didn’t intend to, my blood sugars went low, and by the time I’d finished slamming back some oj, my brain had turned on, my eyes wide awake, there was no falling back into a slumber. That was just the beginning. It seems Dear Diabetes is making a habit of getting in the way of my Sunday runs these days with her stupid hypoglycemic ways. So I thought yesterday I’d head

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