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Redemption Song

Diabetes, Races, Running

This was not my best race, it was not a pretty race, I did not push my pace, I did not pull off a personal best, I did not have much gas in the end, and when I crossed the finish, I was weaving and swaying like a drunkard and pretty much collapsed under the closest ant ridden tree I could find. But, I finished. Redemption baby. The Vancouver Scotiabank half marathon and I have a bit of a jaded history. It all started in 2008, what was to be my very first half marathon. Oh, and it was all so new back then. I had hopes. I had dreams. I had visions of the perfect race. And could only pretend to imagine that thing called post-race running endorphins. I wanted it so bad, I could taste it. I’d already had my appetite whetted several times over with 5 and […]

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Oh my aching, aching *elbows*

Running, Uncategorized

Dear, dear, dear elbows, Please, please, please forgive me. I do not know what came over me, how I did not recognize/feel the err of my ways. Sure something felt off, not quite right, my shoulder, which hadn’t bugged me in months, started aching, and my hips felt all akimbo, and my feet like they were slapping the ground. I felt loosey goosey, not lithe and swift. But I wasn’t feeling flippity floppity. And it was hot out, there was a blood sugar issue, and maybe even a slight dose of dehydration. I know. Excuses. I cannot even imagine what others were thinking seeing as they saw me run by; for some it might have been an unwelcomed flashback to the free sixties. Oh the shame, the shame. As soon as I was home, as soon as I saw your lack of proper protection, wow, my head was going backwards

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The art of falling

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

It’s taken a few years, and a few practice tumbles, and a whole lot of curses, but it seems I have finally mastered the art of falling. Believe me, that’s something to be proud of. Five years ago, the pavement attacked and I bailed, taking out both my elbows and knees. Three years ago, the speed bump (in an area I might add that gets NO vehicle traffic) grabbed my leg forcing me to dive forward with arms full force ahead, screwing up my shoulder; still screwed today. But yesterday, when that bloody jerkface of a tree trunk came at me, and I knew about a quarter of the way into the attack I was going down, I tucked my arm in, silently cursed the devil, and braced for the gravel rash to come. And what do you know, I came out of it alive; no broken bones (hello snowboarding

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Retching and running

Diabetes, Running

Be prepared. That is one of the number one things on the ultimate running to-do list. Don’t forget this, don’t forget that, make sure to pack this, remember to wash that, oh and you better have a little extra of that too – running fuel, charged Garmin, clean sports bra, TP, don’t leave for a run without any of it. Preparation is key to a solid race, and a solid training run. So yesterday morning, when I was getting my gear in order for my regular long run Sunday, runners the world over will understand why I was kicking myself. This run was not a spur of the moment, out of the blue run; every Sunday is a planned run that has been a regular staple consistently for the last 6 months at least, and something that has been a part of my life for the last 9 or 10 years.

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Diabetes: The frienemy strikes again

Diabetes, Running

Oh Diabetes. Dear, Dear, DEAR Diabetes. This was to be your day. The day the spotlight was to shine all over your youness. The day when you would think you’d want to look your best, you know, have a fresh-faced glow about you, especially in the face of flashing lights and snapping cameras. You’d think you’d want to show the world what a lowly medium, such as myself, can do with your greatness jabbed into my side. But you’ve never really been an easy one have you, never really gone with the flow, why start now, why put on a phoney face for the reporters, hey. Nah, you wouldn’t do that. Sure you had me fooled, weeks of cooperation, nary a hiccup to be heard. But that was your plan all along wasn’t it? I had just sat down to my desk, had just lifted my steeping cup of matcha

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