Buntzen Lake

Hiking the vacation away

Diabetes, Training, Uncategorized

Well, that time has come. The holiday is officially over and tomorrow I am back at work, and a long day at work at that šŸ™ I’ve got to admit, going into this holiday, I was a little concerned it would be a bore; it’s the first holiday Big Ring and I have had where we haven’t traveled anywhere ā€¦ we like to consider ourselves jet setters šŸ˜€ But we made a pact to try new things, get outside, not sit at home. And the weather was perfect. Belcarra: Trying to smile when you’re huffing and puffing is no easy task let me just say! So, while I didn’t tour the Amalfi Coast, or eat Neopolitan pizza in Naples, or drool over Mark Cavendish while watching a live stage of the Giro D’Italia ā€“Ā I did tour several hiking trails of the West Coast (10 hikes in 2 weeks to be […]

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Deja vu

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes, Training

Today, Big Ring and I celebrated holiday week number 2 with a 2.5 hour hike around Lynn Valley; it was my 7th hike since last Saturday. And my goodness, it’s like deju vu every time I put on my hiking shoes. And not because I’m trekking around the same routes ā€“Ā in fact, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve hiked Buntzen Lake, Westwood, Lynn Valley Loop, and today’s 9 km Lynn Valley Loop with a Headwaters Trail extension added to the mix. Nope, it’s blood sugar deja vu I’m experiencing. It doesn’t matter whether I’m on old terrain or never before hiked terrain; it doesn’t matter if I’m hiking with Big Ring, or my favourite hiking chick; it doesn’t matter if I start early in the morning or after lunch ā€“Ā my blood sugars are pretty near identical every time I go out at every point I test. Perfectly identical.

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Cooking up a baby hiker

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes

As many of you know, Big Ring is convinced we’re having a cyclist, not just a thumb-sucking alien baby, but a world-class cyclist, like a baby Mark Cavendish, or Andy Schleck, or Jeannie Longo kind of cyclist. But me, I’m pretty sure we got a hiker on our hands. Here me out on this. I had to stop running early in the pregnancy, because the activity, no matter how tempered or short it was drastically dropped my blood sugars to near comatose state. I took up the walking, much to my chagrin, but still, no matter how boring that snail’s pace activity was, my blood sugars almost always bottomed out with that one as well. (Maybe the kid was so bored, it had to add some low BG excitement into the mix.) So I pulled out Mr. Foldy, figuring not only would I be sprucing up my athletic pursuits, but

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