Tiffany’s

Ready or not…

Races, Running

Ready or not, here I come NWM! Yep, you guys called it, I will be trying to race on Sunday. My plan is to go out and see how I feel and if I feel great off the hop, I’ll keep going and trying to go as long as my legs and lungs will push me. At this point, there is nothing, no injury, no pain, no nigglyness, nothing holding me back. Whether that holds true for Sunday, only time will tell. All I know is that if I don’t try, I’ll end up kicking myself in the end. I’ve got to try. It may not be my best run, it may not be my best race, but then again, it might be. When I ran Toronto, I was in a similar situation coming off injury and I totally rocked that run; my best run. (Mind you, I think I […]

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San Francisco: stairway to heaven

Races

The hills were unavoidable. It didn’t matter how much I tried to block my eyes, avert my eyes, shut my eyes, in San Francisco, I was surrounded by hills. And not mole hills. Oh no, these suckers were straight up, stomach in your gut, oh my god, what I have I gotten myself into hills. Lombard Street: One of the world’s crookedest streets featuring eight tight switchbacks, which were designed out of necessity as most vehicles in 1922 could not ascend the 27% grade! On most occasions, I am not a fan of knowing the route of my races or even my long runs before heading out. I don’t want to know if I’ll be having to run rolling hills, or descend down stairway to heaven hills, I don’t want to know if one of my running partners has picked a route that I hate or a route that bores

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Germs be damned

Training

Sometimes you just need a good rant. Following Tuesday’s blog blowup, my knee had no pressure tension on Wednesday, and guess where I was today: Back at the pool! Yippee! (Never once thought I’d be jumping for joy to be returning to the germ-infested pool, but these, my friends, are desperate days. Germs be damned.) When I felt no knee pressure yesterday, I was skeptical, but then when I woke up this morning to Day 2 of no knee pressure, I was ecstatic. So, I figured I’d head to the pool for aqua jogging, the least impactive workout on my list of workouts. I wasn’t sure how long I’d last, and I kept worrying that I’d feel a twang of pressure, but one lap, two laps, three laps, 25 laps later and no pressure. Yippee! So what does this mean? I’m coming back baby! But slowly. Very, very slowly. I’ll

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Stolen identities

Diabetes, Running

As soon as I met up with my super smart, soon-to-be diabetes doctor chick yesterday, my eyes darted to her chest like a magnet to a fridge. Seriously, it was worse than a 14-year-old boy gawking at the likes of Farrah Fawcett circa 1978. But the thing is, my eyes glued to her chest had nothing to do with her chest at all. It was what was sparkling in front of her chest that had stolen my stares. Tiffany! That necklace is a neclace I have been coveting for months now, stalking it on the Tiffany website, seeing it around the necks of celebrities and models in magazines, and dreaming of it around my own neck one day. I may very well have had to wipe the drool from my face seeing it in the flesh! Yesterday was the last date my diabetes doctor chick and I will be able

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Types 1, they know

Diabetes

The last week has been pretty rough. I’ve been really struggling with my blood sugars, and as I’m sure most of you are aware by now, I’m somewhat OCD when it comes to my BG averages; I like perfection. And for the most part, I’m pretty close to it, but every now again, my BG likes to rebel, take me on a roller coaster ride of extreme highs and serious lows for seemingly no reason whatsoever. Nothing has changed. I’m eating the same foods. My infusions appear to be okay. I don’t have a virus that I know of. But for some jerk-like reason my BG has decided to flip the middle finger up at me. Previous times, I’ve suffered through it alone. Sure I had Mario and my family to rant about it to, and I had the specialists and the diabetic nurses and the pump manufacturers to send

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