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Stumped by the lingo and gizmos

Diabetes, Running, Training, Uncategorized

When I dreamed of coming back to running I thought it would be like riding a bike. Actually,  no. I thought it would be like running, something we’ve all done since we first learned how to put one foot in front of the other. And it was…for the most part. I got out there and it was as though I had never left, the wind in my face, the burn in my thighs, the spreading and releasing of my toes with each foot strike I made; a feeling more familiar than the back of my hand. But then, three weeks ago, it all changed. Suddenly I was being stumped, stumped by all the running lingo and gizmos – terminology and technology I thought would forever be stamped not only in my feet but also in my brain. Cadence? Tempo? LSD? (Okay, that one I remembered, but only because it reminds […]

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Diabetes … and more

Diabetes, Running

When doctors go to school, do they learn another language, a language only they are privy too? Because seriously, after spending a weekend reading through a doc’s manual my head is spinning with incomprehensible doctor talk! On Friday I had an appointment with the dietitian and nurse at the VGH Diabetes Clinic. When I started making these appointments, I was hoping to get a fresh perspective on my disease and some insider knowledge on how to better manage it. But after that first visit in January, despite walking away happy with what I gleaned from the dietitian, I was so unimpressed with the pump nurse who basically told me she had no idea why I was there given how good a diabetic I am. Yes I’m a good diabetic, but I want to be a perfect diabetic. Is that really so much to ask for? Apparently it is. For this

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Rules are meant to be broken

Running

Yesterday I ran, because that’s what I do, I am a running princess after all, but when I laced up my sneakers I was somewhat concerned, I always am after an extended break, and yesterday’s run was my first run in three weeks! Andddddd I pretty much broke all the rules. Slow pace? Not as slow as it should have been. Ten and ones? Yeahhhh, nope. 7 km max? nuh-uh to that one too. Oops… YESTERDAY’S COUNTRY RUN: 5:30 p.m. BG before: 10.0 Temp. basal: -50 per cent Distance: 9 km Average pace: 6:17 km/h Time: 56:36 6:45 p.m. BG after: 5.5 I may have got lost somewhat sidetracked along this never-ending dead-end road. When I hit the road for my “long” “slow” distance run – a day late – I hadn’t yet figured out a training schedule, and to be honest I still haven’t. If I were to follow

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Lost

Running, Training

So, uhm, I kind of, sort of, maybe lost a fellow runner yesterday between kilometres 29 and 32. Oops. Note to self, I am a follower NOT a leader. Unlike the last few weeks of running solo on Sundays, I decided to join my favourite running chick and Rose. And for the most part, aside from my tender foot pads to which I blame my newer, not-quite-pounded-in-enough shoes, I was feeling pretty awesome fitness and injury wise on the hilly route. My ankles were fine, my hips were fine, my mind was fine. And so, when my favourite running chick increased the pace of our long SLOW distance run in the last 5 km, to between a 5:30 and 6:00 minutes per km clip, I was game. The two of us were so focused on our speed and our form and pushing our legs and our brains forward, we completely

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Beaten physically, mentally and near fatally

Running

So, do you think runners are like cats? Do we get nine lives too? After my last run I’m sure hoping so, because my one life is fast diminishing. Two weeks ago I was faced with a near miss as a pickup truck came screeching up behind my favourite running chick and I and proceeded to smash into a vehicle half a small condo distance away. Pretty scary right, but nothing compared to what happened to me on Saturday. At 25 km into my 29 km run, I was pretty beaten up physically and mentally, but I could still decipher between the walk signal and the bright red don’t-you-dare-cross-this-damn-street signal. So when I saw that hand, I waited, and waited, and waited. With my leg muscles flaring up and seizing, it felt like forever before that light changed, but being the good runner that I am, I waited. When finally

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