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Well that’s it, the last remnant of my marathon experience is no more. The last of the purple toenails to come off did so this morning – almost 5 months after it first arrived. And just in time for new ones to show their ugly face … I’ve still got 2.5 months of training to go for my next marathon, I’m sure they’ll try. (Don’t worry I didn’t take a picture this time :D) I’ve been experiencing a lot of odd cravings this week (and no I’m not preggers thank you very much). It all started on Monday when I was filling my car up with gas and saw the seasonal Cadbury Creme Eggs in the basket at the till, and suddenly I had to have one. But I showed restraint, I willed myself not to pick up the egg. Good job, right. Wrong. After the creme egg, I craved […]

Yesterday morning was a disaster. I was supposed to run 16 km, but when the alarm went off at 5:50, and Mario went downstairs to check the highway webcams and saw a not-yet plowed path of snow, it was determined I would not be running with my favourite running chicks. I went back to bed, got up two hours later and had full intentions of getting on the Skytrain and going out to the Seawall, but upon checking the state of the sidewalks and seeing packed snow that looked like it could be slippery snow, especially with the incoming slush, it was determined my Seawall plans weren’t safe plans. What the heck? I knew there was no way I could run on the dreadmill for 16 km, the most I’ve run on there was 12 km and that just about killed me, so the 16 km had to be sacrificed.

Who says you can’t go shopping in the middle of a run? Not me, oh nooo 😉 So I had planned on running on Friday to make up for missing Wednesday’s run, and had even changed into my running gear and was just about to leave the house when my blood sugars got in the way. After struggling for nearly 2 weeks with high blood sugars, they finally came down – a lot. With a 3.1 BG, I ate a few sugar tablets and a granola bar for insurance, and waited … and waited … and waited. But those darn blood sugars, they were stubborn, and before I knew it, the daylight hours were fast fading. The run was a no go. So, that left Saturday. But because Saturdays are usually my rest days, it was somewhat difficult to get my butt out the door. I needed an incentive. Hmm,

And the drama continues. So you know how excited/relieved I was a couple of days ago to discover that maybe I’d been drawing my insulin out wrong, which could have been the reason for of all these nasty high blood sugars I’ve recently been experiencing, which meant that it could be fixed, and I’d soon have those much-desired, oh-so-perfect blood sugars again. Well, after two more days of bad blood sugars, I’m really starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, it’s not me that’s the problem at all. And so, this morning when I woke up with an in-your-face BG of 16.7, I went into Operation Blood Sugar mode. Normally my days consist of three meals, plus a whole lot of snacks: 1 to 2 snacks in the morning, 1 to 2 snacks after lunch, and 1 snack/dessert after dinner (what can I say, I love food :D) but today