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That time of year

Running

Humidity: I went out for a run today; the first in over a week. Two seconds in I was a hot, sweaty, sticky, icky mess: Swarms: There were bugs, oh yes, lots and lots of bugs. Sticking to my face, finding their way into my eyes, up my nose, down my throat. Protein! People: Oh people. Despite the torrential downpour just a couple hours earlier, the people and their dogs were out in masses at the first blink of the sun. Which, in itself, not a huge deal. But when they walk around with entitlement and disregard for everyone else around them, it, well, it kind of makes me want to pretend I don’t see them and just kind of, you know, barrel right through them. I may have anger management issues 😉 Restart: Today’s run, I left my ipod and Garmin at home. I’ve done this a few times […]

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Scotiabank: 36 hours later

Races, Running

It’s been more than a day since I called it quits on my first ever DNF half marathon. I am pleased to report my mood is no longer down in the dumps. I’ve had time to think, and reflect, and sleep … and to really, truly understand just how amazing my support group is. Seriously. A small grouping of my supporters. From family, to close friends, to running friends, to social media acquaintances, and the blogging community, I have felt so incredibly loved over the last day and a half with phone calls, text messages, Facebook messages and emails. From my big, big brother getting me into a fit of giggles moments after the tears started  with his chastising comment about how he finished his marathon the night before – 26.2 beers! – to a friend offering to punch my pancreas in the face (as long as it wouldn’t hurt me),

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Scotiabank sorrows

Races, Running

When I first started writing this post, I was sitting on a curb with the morning beauty of Jericho Beach before me and the determination of thousands of runners behind me. My face awash with tears, I was embarrassed, ashamed, effing pissed off. I never thought I’d see this day, I never thought I’d quit a race, especially a race I was on par to kick some serious ass at, and yet, there I sat, a quitter. This morning I woke up and ate breakfast at 4 a.m., three and a half hours prior to the start of the Scotiabank half marathon, with the hope of having all the breakfast insulin out of my system before crossing the start line so as to avoid any unnecessary lows on the race. Over the last few days, my blood sugars had been going consistently low two to three hours after breakfast, which

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Run for Water: Crazy. Insane.

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

Today, I ran 1 hour and 35 minutes, just shy of 17 km. Not bad, but chump kilometres compared to this guy: Many of you long-time blog followers know him as Evil Pace Bunny, however, I have been in discussion with the lawyers and have started the paper work for his new name: Crazy, Insane, Evil Pace Bunny! Bunny started his day at 4 a.m. where he ran a half marathon, followed that up with an ultra marathon, then marathon, and will complete with 10 km and 5 km runs, to a total of 135 km for the day. 135 KMS!!! (At the time of writing this post, he was still running.) Now, you know the impetus for the name change. Yep, he stunk 😉 The only organized portion of the run was the Run for Water Ultra Marathon, which Bunny also did last year and I think the year

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Type 1 – RUNNING – superstars

Races, Running

BMO Vancouver half marathon, wow! This run was not about me, not about my racing goals, not about personal besting. It was about super freaking AMAZING diabetes awesomeness! When my fellow T-1 girlfriend, Reluctant Runner, texted me many months ago to tell me she was running the BMO half marathon, I was intrigued. You see, this girl, as the name of her blog indicates, is not overly in love with the running scene. She’s a superstar in the water and on the soccer field, but long-distance running, she does solely for her health, not endorphins. Her previous attempts at halves have been miserable: diabetes refused to cooperate, racing goals seemed to crumble every time she crossed the starting mat, and those hills, ohhh, they were more than just a prickle in her side, they were the devil incarnate. I mulled over her text for all of two seconds before the

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