Flashback Post: The Flaming Pins

There was once a time, long before I was happily set up with my Freestyle Libre, when I wouldn’t leave the house without a glucometer, finger pricker, lancets and test strips. And there was once a time I locked all that in my car just as I was about to embark on a 32 km training run – and my keys were locked in a building of which I had no access to. Continue reading Flashback Post: The Flaming Pins

I am a runner

I don’t get it. I just don’t get it. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around yesterday’s senseless act of evil at the Boston Marathon, but I can’t. I don’t understand the mentality, I don’t understand the act, I don’t understand any of it. Reading and watching the news coverage, my heart broke for the people, the city, the innocence. And I kept asking … Continue reading I am a runner