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Run for Water: one year later

Pregnancy in Diabetes, Races, Running

Oh how a year can change. This time last year I was cursing myself for signing up for the marathon, for torturing myself once again in something I didn’t quite enjoy the first time around. And this year, well, I wasn’t a marathoner, wasn’t a half marathoner, wasn’t even a runner. I was a 5k walker. We couldn’t let alien thumb sucker’s debut on the racing circuit go unnoticed now could we? One of the first questions Big Ring asked of me after I had crossed the finish line of today’s Run for Water was “How hard was it for you not to run?” It was a question my walking partner had also asked of me along the route. And you know, had I been on my own, trying to get through those 5 kilometres solo, it would have probably killed me. I mean, just seeing all the fair-weather runners […]

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Plan B: making changes

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

I have a bit of a secret that I’ve kept from the lot of you for quite some time, and I’m actually a mix of shocked and impressed that I’ve been able to keep it for this long. But that day has come where I must – ABSOLUTELY MUST! – spill the beans. For about a year and a half now I’ve been working on a plan b to get out of journalism. It was a hard decision at first, rife with many hems and haws and I don’t knows. I’ve always loved to write. For as long as I can remember I’ve been telling people I was gonna be a writer, and at the ripe age of just 14, I defined that focus into journalism. But the thing is, the journalism I dreamed of, and the journalism I fell in love with is no longer the state of journalism today. And

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Watermelon head

Diabetes, Running

I know I’ve been taking long breaks between blog posts for the last little while, and today’s post isn’t really much different, given that I didn’t really write it. (More on that in a moment.) But I promise I have a couple of really good ones in the works, which I hope to publish this week sometime. But brilliance, my friends, takes time, and so, I must ask you be a little more patient. In the meantime, though, I do have a little treat for you all… or maybe, it’s a treat for me 😉 My super stylish NYC girlfriend found me worthy to grace the front page of her blog – Life With No Fixed Address – and grace it did I ever. Oh my. Let’s just say, my head is the size of 10 watermelons combined. And I am so okay with that 😀 A little background: my

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Do not try this at home

Diabetes, Running

I’ve always said I’m special, like super, higher-evolved special. I mean, I never had any wisdom teeth and in the future they won’t have any either. And the fact that I don’t have a working pancreas is further proof that I’m higher evolved; future beings, they won’t require the use of a pancreas either – insulin will be a thing of the past. But now, I’m beginning to think I’m a freaking miracle – like grow a new pancreas miracle! I kid you not, if you saw the state of my blood sugars lately, you wouldn’t be thinking this is crazy talk. Lows. Lows. Lows. And it’s not because I’m pumping myself full of unnecessary insulin, or because I’ve gone on a crash diet and am suddenly starving myself, quite the opposite in fact. My total daily insulin doses have decreased, and if anything, my calorie intake has increased trying to keep

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Blowing in the wind

Diabetes, Running

“Toto! I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore!” But I didn’t see no rainbows, oh no. Holy crud monkey, that run on Saturday was seriously like running through a bloody tornado! (A West Coast tornado that is ;)) All along the boardwalk were smatterings of debris, and clusters of chairs that had been whipped over the patio of a nearby pub. Image by Jonny Lindner from Pixabay I kid you not, on the way out, my body was actually being pushed forward by the gales of wind at my back. I could feel my legs speeding up; the winds would not let me go slow. And I’ve got to be honest, that part of the run, was totally fun. I mean, if I could have my own personal wind at my back (like Father Time blowing non-stop hefty gusts of air) pushing me through a marathon, I’d be like

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