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Race Report: All about the hot chocolate

Diabetes, Races, Running

I didn’t want to come at you guys today with excuses, I wanted to be the Bionic Woman, the woman who could do anything no matter what is trying to hold her down. But, much to my dismay, I am not the Bionic Woman, I am very much human, and here I am with, well, excuses: • I had not run in two weeks. • I’d been battling a head cold that turned into a chest cough for just as long. • My starting blood sugars were worrisome. • I nearly pulled a Tom Boonen. Yesterday I ran the first ever Vancouver Hot Chocolate 10.4 km race; my first race of the season. As I’m sure you can guess from ^^^  it didn’t go so well. I so desperately wanted to come out in a blaze of glory, personal besting right off the hop, but the stupid, evil, nasty, grrr cold […]

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Call of the bad belly

Running, Uncategorized

Sometimes it’s cheese, but never yogurt. Sometimes it’s bread, but never peanut butter. Sometimes it’s chocolate ice cream, but never Swiss chocolate. Sometimes it’s carrots, but never cucumbers. Always, it’s frustration. Last week, for five straight days, I had a belly the size of a thumb-sucking alien baby, and I had no idea why. What did I eat? What did I do? Was I stressed? Was it the healthy energy balls, or the homemade tea latté, or the mid-week lunch date, or was it the upcoming pre-calc test I’d been studying non-stop for? This scenario was not a new one for me. For years, I have struggled with bloating, with a belly that juts out to the size of a five-month pregnant chick the moment it takes in something it’s decided it doesn’t like, tormenting me with gaseous, explosive pains that roil about and kick beneath the skin’s surface. A

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For shame, Mr. Insulin Pump, for shame

Diabetes, Running

I have a fairly high tolerance for pain – I take needles regularly, I prick my finger multiple times a day, when I broke my wrist, I was in denial, and lasted three days before going to the ER, I frequently encourage my physio and massage therapist to press harder, harder, harder into inflamed areas. But yesterday morning, when I woke up, the pain was so intolerable, I could barely stand, let alone sit! The culprit: Mr. Insulin Pump. I wasn’t gonna say anything, I’m a little embarrassed to be honest, feeling crazy violated, but in the name of fellow T-1s safety, I must come forward. My pump, ahem, took advantage of me overnight. He bloody well got frisky with me; took up shop right at the tender part of my tushy! There was no permission to be had, no pre-arranged agreement, no bloody enjoyment. But rather, a bruised tailbone

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Watermelon head is back!

Diabetes, Running

My fame has risen once again. Seriously people, my head is soon gonna be the size of a watermelon again (not that I’m complaining 😉 ) Brother-sister rivalry. Remember my Almost Famous post last month? The one where my star shone through the pages of Canadian Running Magazine? (For those of you not in Canada, here’s a link to the article: http://runningmagazine.ca/measuring-progress/) Well folks, that fame has given me even more fame! Earlier this week, Best of the Betes Blogs released the month of winners, and guess who’s name was on that list? Me! Me! Me! My Almost Famous post was awarded Best Reference to a D-Celebrity (That’s me!) for my super awesome diabetes advocacy. Wahoo! Famous!!! TODAY’S RUN: 3 p.m. BG before: 8.1 Carbs: none Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1 hour) Time: 34.06 minutes Distance: 6.13 km Average pace: 5:34 min/km Average cadence: 88 spm 4 p.m. BG

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What was I thinking???

Running, Training

I don’t like the same-old, same-old running routes. I don’t like out-and-back running routes. I don’t like running in temperatures below zero. But more than any of that, I do NOT like running the treadmill! What was I thinking? After work Tuesday I headed to my moms fully intending on going for a 7 km run through the country. The days are starting to get longer, and even though it was freak nasty cold out, there were bright sun rays peaking through the hazed-over clouds; it seemed a perfect recipe for a late afternoon run. But, there were obstacles. I’ve been struggling with serious belly issues for about a week now, and when I got out of my car, ohmygawd!!! I swear to you I was nearly knocked  halfway into the farm fields like an old rag doll, the wind was so freaking fierce – and cold! Bloody hell it was

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