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Diabetic to Dietetics
29 years: “Perfect storm for an eating disorder”
Apparently furniture is to be given for the 29th anniversary, but for me, all I got was guilt. There’s a part of me I am not fond of; a part…
Smurfette Part 2: The Bone Scan
Ohhhh, the déjà vu. 2011: I was training for my second marathon, and struggling with a sore ankle every time I ran. I spent months in physiotherapy with no relief.…
Travelling with the diabetes beast
I should have written every blood sugar reading down. I should have noted my basal rates going in, and my basal rates leaving. I should have kept tabs on my…
Clips: The Bane of my Cycling Existence
Alright my cycling-loving readers, how many of you struggle with clipless pedals? I’ve been riding clipped in for six years now; my first ever ride in clips was on the…
Home is the Mountains
I didn’t want to call him. Big Ring was expecting it; I know he was. He didn’t say he was, but the implication was there. “This is the way you…
Cycling and Diabetes: Third Time Lucky
Third Time Lucky. It took three rides on the bike before I managed near blood sugar perfection. All the rides began around the same time, a few hours after breakfast,…
Princess of…cycling???
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…
Global Heroes Part 3: Hero of a run
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…
Medtronic Global Heroes Part 2: Science!!!
About 15 years ago I met a couple of gals, who I kid you not spent an entire summer trying to convince me that science was the coolest thing on…
Medtronic Global Heroes Part 1: Heroism defined
Have you ever been a part of something so incredibly fantastic that you’ve been nearly muted by the awesomeness of it? Something that you struggle to put words to because…
Mama’s Shoes Don’t Fit
Last week I was put in the shoes of my moms for probably the first time ever. Okay, yes, I have a child just like she did (although, I’m only…
Lonely in Cycleville
We were about 2.5 hours into a nearly 3.5 hour ride when we entered the trail head. Big Ring had been chatting about this path for the last 20 minutes…