Cycling

Yellow tomatoes and purple potatoes

Diabetes, Training

I don’t know about you, but when my birthday comes around, there’s a list of things I feel I shouldn’t have to do, like clean my bathroom, make the bed (thank you Mario), put gas in my car, and change my infusion. Unfortunately for me, yesterday, my birthday – the greatest day on Earth – was also infusion changing day. Ugh! But fortunately for me it was my birthday, and it totally lived up to its hype, it was a great, great, great day. Have I mentioned I love my birthday 😀 It was a day filled with sunshine and strawberry covered waffles, bike rides and farmers markets, presents, presents, presents, ice cream cake (obviously!), a little bit of France, a little bit of New York and a Bianchi too! … jersey that is … one step closer to having my very own beautiful Bianchi. Good golly, I thought I was […]

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Murder he wrote

Training

I’m not a millionaire, not even close, I don’t have a life insurance policy, and until recently I was pretty sure Mario hadn’t secretly taken one out on me. But then there was yesterday: 80 km on a bike, 4 days after racing my half marathon, and 9 days before having to race my full marathon. Oh yes, there was a lot of cursing going on, some under my breath, and some quite clearly vocal. YESTERDAY’S RIDE: 10 a.m. BG before: 9.6 Temp. basal: -50 per cent Distance: 80 km Average speed: 20.8 km/hour Time: 3:48:00 @10 km BG: 8.0 @45 km BG: 4.9 (lunch, no bolus = big mistake!) @65 km BG: 14.4 (bolus 2.00 units) 3 p.m. BG after: 11.1 Temp. basal +50 per cent (1.5 hours) Because the sun was still shining yesterday and because Mario and I hadn’t been out on the bike in quite some

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Sleeping on the pineapple express

Diabetes, Training

99 sheep jumped over the fence, 98 sheep jumped over the fence, 97 zzzzzzz. I am not much of a sleeper, never have been. I’ve counted sheep all the way down to the negative numbers, have tried to black out my brain, have tried an assortment of drugs (mostly in my teenage years) and have even resorted to stuffing a pillow over my head and hoping for the best, but for the most part, none of it works. On average, I get maybe 6 hours, if I’m lucky, in a night. But after last night, of which I got 10.5 full hours of sleep and even slept in, I’m thinking I may have found the miracle sleep deprivation cure: Tri Night! Now, before I continue, I must apologize to my dear husband, whose opinion I value so greatly and who in most cases I agree with whole heartedly, but who,

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