There are some runs that are just so incredibly perfect, you know the ones, the ones that feel like you’ve been running around the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow the entire time. Ahh, bliss is what those are… And then, there are those other runs, the ones that, well, the ones you want to forget about, but never do in hopes of never EVER repeating again.
Today’s run was that kind of a run. My feet, legs, lungs and belly were all working pretty good. I wasn’t sucking air, I wasn’t feeling like I’d eaten 10 buckets of ice cream, I wasn’t wishing to be anywhere but there. Nope, today was all about my wardrobe – malfunctioning!!!
The shoes were just a small fraction of today’s issues!
WARDROBE MALFUNCTION RUN:
- 12:15 p.m. BG before: 7.6
- Carbs: Sezme Snack (12g) no bolus
- Temp. basal: none
- Time: 29:42 minutes
- Distance: 5.69 km
- Average pace: 5:13 min/km
- Average cadence: 87 spm
- 1:15 p.m. BG after: 6.1
The sun was shining bright; I had no sunglasses.
My sports bra was digging into the inflammation of my right shoulder from the injury I endured the night I found out I was pregnant.
My socks felt like they had little pebbles all throughout.
My shoe laces felt like they were tied too tight, but they weren’t, and yet, I stopped three times to adjust them fearing the onslaught of a bruise if I did not.
My insulin pump, which was clipped to my Spibelt under my shirt, was bouncing all over the belt, which seemed to have loosened somewhere along the way. I relocated the pump onto the back of my shorts waste band, but that meant I now had an unbalanced Spibelt, with my cell phone and keys in the pouch hanging off the back of me, bouncing down onto my pump, causing my shorts to be dragged downwards.
Awesome.
But hey, even through all that, I still managed a pretty decent pace, and it could have been worse, I mean, there was no Janet Jackson style nip slip. Positive!!! 😀
so many of these things are what I don’t miss about running.