Dear Diabetes

Radler in. Water out.

Ok. I know I’m a diabetic, and I know I’m a runner, and I know that lemonade to a Type-1 is like creepy friendly guy in a van with candy to a five-year-old, and I know that beer is not the recommended post-run bevvie of choice, but come on!!! Put yourself in my shoes: I was up for speed intervals today and had every intention of doing them first thing prior to Big Ring heading out for a ride with his riding group, but good ol’ Dear Diabetes got in the way… and maybe a little poor judgement on my part too. Earlier in the week, after a co-worker had bragged endlessly about her homemade pizza, I suddenly had a craving for Big Ring’s homemade on the BBQ pizza, which, wow!, is amazing! We hadn’t had his pizza in awhile as I’ve really cut back on pretty much all white …

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Scotiabank: 36 hours later

It’s been more than a day since I called it quits on my first ever DNF half marathon. I am pleased to report my mood is no longer down in the dumps. I’ve had time to think, and reflect, and sleep … and to really, truly understand just how amazing my support group is. Seriously. A small grouping of my supporters. From family, to close friends, to running friends, to social media acquaintances, and the blogging community, I have felt so incredibly loved over the last day and a half with phone calls, text messages, Facebook messages and emails. From my big, big brother getting me into a fit of giggles moments after the tears started  with his chastising comment about how he finished his marathon the night before – 26.2 beers! – to a friend offering to punch my pancreas in the face (as long as it wouldn’t hurt me), …

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Dr. Hottie report: straight A’s

Today I had an appointment with Dr. Hottie. I was nervous. Like really nervous. Like, the kind of nerves I had when I used to walk into his office with a logbook full of made up numbers because I didn’t like the real numbers. You see, I’ve been struggling with my blood sugars a lot since going back to work three months ago. The pressures of the work, the stresses of the deadlines, the commute, my gawd, the commute, has had me in what has seemed to be a continuous BG roller coaster mode. NOTE: stress = adrenaline = high blood sugars = what goes up must come down = crash! Then add to that the never-ending sickness of Big Ring and Little Ring since daycare and Dear Diabetes seems to have been put on the back burner. But those worries were for naught. Today’s appointment had me once again …

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Why I run…

I run for my health. I run for my happiness. I run for my equilibrium. I run for my sanity. I run to clear my mind. I run to settle my emotions. I run to rid myself of daily toxins. I run to keep my weight in line. I run to keep my blood sugars in check. I run to give Dear Diabetes a big, fat F.U. with my middle finger. I run to experience the thrill of the endorphins. I run for that boost of natural caffeine. I run for the scenic views. I run for the new adventures. I run for the exhilaration of the warm, summer breeze slapping my face. I run for the bragging rights. I run for the competition, the challenge, the notion of bettering myself with every turnover I make. I run because I love to run. And when I can’t run, when something …

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