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Princess of…cycling???

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Hello World, it’s me, PoP… you know, the one who used to blog all the time, sometimes five times a week, but who has been rather, ahem, silent, incognito, non-existent for like pretty much five months! Yeah, I’m still here. What have I been doing? Well, I’ll tell you what I haven’t been doing. I haven’t been running. Seems odd having a blog all about running with diabetes when you still got the diabetes (no cure yet) but you’re not running, right. I haven’t run since Global Heroes on Oct. 5. For those of you who can’t count your fingers as well as me, that’s coming up on seven annoying, ohmygawdIwanttochopmyfootoffandgetanewone months. I am still plagued by a foot injury that has been diagnosed so many different things over the course of more than $1000 in treatment, I have no idea what the frick is wrong with it, all I […]

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Global Heroes Part 3: Hero of a run

Diabetes, Races, Running, Uncategorized

Three months has passed since I last ran. It hasn’t been easy. It has been a frustrating as hell, are you freaking kidding me, I am far too bloody impatient for this kind of three months. A foot injury that first became apparent in late July, and was ultimately diagnosed as plantar fasciitis (oh how I had hoped it was not that) is the cause of my running absence, and as it stands currently, appears to be going nowhere anytime soon. In my state of denial, I kept running, not nearly as much as I was, but running nonetheless, which is likely the reasoning for my suuuuuper slow recovery. But would I go back and change it? Not a chance in hell. Dear readers, this blog post is so, so, so long overdue. A semester full of calculus and stats had my brain mushed in nonsensical numbers with barely time

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The Itch Came Back

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There is a reason, scratch that, there are many reasons why I hate pools. But today, we will talk about one in particular: The fungus. Prior to last week, it had been almost four years since I’d been in a pool water running. I’ve never been a fan of pools, I find them disgusting, I am not a strong swimmer, they’ve got creepers all around, wads of hair, people’s boogers, and other grodies swimming next to you, and the stench of chlorine sticks to your skin for days after. But because I have a major run coming, and this damn foot injury, I needed to do something to keep my fitness going. And when I was training for my second marathon and suffered stress fractures in both ankles, the majority of the training was done in the pool. Despite the disgustingness of it, it was great for training. So last

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Oh my aching, aching *elbows*

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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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