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Syringes vs. Infusions

Diabetes, Uncategorized

For nearly four years I have not known the feel of a syringe, the gentle ease at which it slides in under the skin, the smooth, non-evasiveness of its short metal tip, and the non-existent flinches, pinches, and pokes that often result with infusions. I was happy not knowing… The day after Jog for the Bog my blood sugars went into a panicked state. Almost right from the moment I got up they were high, not overly high, but high enough for me to be annoyed. I kept giving myself extra doses of insulin in an effort to bring the sugars down, but none worked. By dinner, they were 11.5, and creeping up into the Holy crap, what the hell is going on??? hyperglycemic zone. More insulin. Two hours later they were 15.8. More insulin. One hour later, they were 16.8. At this point, most people would probably change out […]

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Dude, you just got chicked!

Races, Running, Uncategorized

For about 24 hours leading into yesterday’s 10 km race, I was questioning my sanity, and truthfully, I’m still questioning it. There’s no doubt in my mind I was suffering the ill effects of injury; nasty, painful aches in the pelvic/groin region. I couldn’t bend over, squat down, cross my legs, make any sudden movement, heck, I couldn’t even put my socks on without wincing in pain. So what the hell was I doing racing? I told myself over and over it was a cycling injury, not a running injury. Dear Physio, who’s been extremely conservative in the past with me running with injury, would never have given the green light if he thought it bad. And then there was my stubborn, and somewhat insane, side refusing to wimp out. Insert nervous smile here. I warmed up for 20 minutes prior with a 5 minute jog, leg drills, and a

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Injury update: IT’S NOT THE GROIN!!!

Running, Training, Uncategorized

It’s not the groin! It’s not the groin! It’s not the groin! If I could do a Carleton happy dance right now, that’s exactly what I’d be doing. Source: After receiving a frantic, Holy crap, I think I need a pelvis transplant email from me this morning, Dear Physio squeezed me in for an appointment this afternoon. He asked me where the pain was, and how exactly I thought it happened. I told him about my long run, and about the half roll of my ankle. He then asked, with a smile on his face, how much time I’d been spending on Holly Goquickly lately. Turns out my injury was not a running injury, but rather a cycling injury. The injury was also not a groin injury, but rather a messed up, twisted sacrum injury. (Note: A message from Coach NZ this morning also indicated it could be a cycling

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Bulging flames of fire

Diabetes, Running, Uncategorized

Ring-Ring. Hello? Hi Dear Physio… it’s Princess… so you know how I’m running again? Yessss. Well, I kinda, sorta, totally, uhm, well, you know… I hurt my groin… and, uhm, I really need you to fix it… fast! 🙁 AWKWARD!!! Last Friday’s long run has left me hobbled. I’m pretty sure it happened around the 12 km mark when I felt my ankle half roll on a narrow pathway with hidden dips and had to quickly stabilize my form. I didn’t notice the ache at first, but hours after the run, I felt tightness in my groin area, around the inguinal ligaments, both sides – is that normal??? –  and at first I thought it was just like all the other tight aches I was feeling. But then, as the days passed, a few things niggled at my paranoia. Every time I picked up speed for something, like jogging across

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The road that never ends

Diabetes, Training, Uncategorized

Holly Goquickly had her rubbers majorly worked over Saturday. Big Ring and I hit the American roads once again, this time entering from a different border crossing, with the same goal of reaching the base of Mt. Baker, but with mapped out alternate routes if need be. It may look all peaceful and serene, but looks can be deceiving! I don’t know what it is about these American towns, but somehow, they’re like the ON button for the radio in my head. And on Saturday, I was singing Lambchops 😀 This is the hill that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on my friend. Some people started cycling it not knowing what it was, And they’ll continue cycling it forever just because… Reece Hill Road: “Eff me! Will you never end???” A somewhat stressful journey on a road that motorists seemed to think was a high-speed highway had us

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