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Snow? Black ice? Are you freaking kidding me? It’s practically July! What the heck is this? On Monday evening, I drove through near white-out conditions on my way home along the flats and this was what greeted me upon my arrival at my moms before pilates: On Tuesday evening, after a full day of cold, blue sunshine, the flurries were back, but not for long … or so I thought. This morning, on my way to work, I got not one but two phone calls from co-workers warning about the roads. I had no idea what they were talking about as the highway was perfectly fine where I was. And so I cut them short, told them I already knew there was an accident and that I had planned to get off at the exit before the reroute exit, and quickly hung up (I had some Pride and Prejudice to […]

Okay seriously, how the heck do I go for more than a year doing something wrong and it only starts showing up now? I’ve had major blood sugar issues for over a week now. I’ve changed my infusion four times since the highs started taking over my blood stream; I’ve changed my insulin vial completely; I’ve been getting up in the middle of the night testing; I’ve gone hours and hours without eating; and I’ve done BG correction after BG correction with no improvements. For a princess who’s used to averaging between 5.0 and 7.0, readings, getting ones between 12.0 and 18.0 is so NOT cool. And not healthy. I think I was pretty close to my breaking point today. I changed my infusion again this morning to discover more air bubbles in the line and the canula was full-on bent out of shape, which would definitely explain the blood

Exactly one year ago today I was a miserable, envious runner in rehab. Today, I was just an ice-cold runner … and maybe a tad bit miserable! So the incident to make me so miserable last year actually happened two weeks prior to this date when I went and ran a practice run of the Historic Half race route (19 km of it at least). I’d been having a lot of hip and knee issues leading up to this run, and not even 10 km in my knees were screaming at me, at 16 km, they full-on quit. I had to walk the remaining three in, trying with all my might not to shed a tear. They could have the F bombs, but I would not relinquish a tear, not one … or so I thought. The half hour drive home was filled with tears. Two weeks later, while several

I like hills, but my god, what was I thinking? I was scheduled to do 8 to 10 km today, and when I asked for some route suggestions on Facebook, I got some really good options, and a few crazy ones too, but because I wasn’t departing from home, I decided my route had to start from my brother’s where I could change into my running gear with ease. Now, this is a location I start many of my solo runs from, but I generally stick to 1 or 2 routes, and today those routes just didn’t cut it for me. I wanted something different, a change. And oh man, did I get that change: six major, massive, insane, knock-you-in-the-face, kick-you-in-the-knees, psycho hill-training kind of hills! You know that saying what goes up must come down? Well, for 90 per cent of this run, I was mapping out a way

Oh man, we so rocked that run tonight! We told the weather who was boss, the hills who was in charge, and the ankles, they weren’t about to mess with us. Oh no. It was, as Miss Blaine said, a true tempo run, otherwise referred to as a totally amazing, awesome, kickass run! TONIGHT’S RUN 6:45 p.m. BG before: 8.4 (1/2 granola bar, no bolus) Temp. basal: -50 per cent Distance: 6:02 km Average pace: 6:18 km/min (tempo) Average heart rate: 172 bpm (which was the same as Blaine’s = woohoo I’m not going to have a heart attack!) Time: 38 minutes 8 p.m. BG after: 9.1 When Blaine and I headed out, a little later than usual, I was somewhat dubious as to how the run would pan out, and was secretly hoping my sister-in-law would have Baby Number 3 so I’d have a real good excuse to bail.