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Nobody puts Dear Diabetes in the corner

Diabetes

I’ve said it before, and I don’t know how many more times I’ll have to say it, maybe forever. So please bear with me, because here we go again: I will not, not now, not ever again, hide or disguise who I am – diabetes included. As some of you know, there was a time in my life where I wasn’t comfortable with showing my diabetes. I wouldn’t test my blood sugars or take my insulin injections in front of people, and for one year, off and on, not at all. I would hide – in washrooms, behind buildings, bedrooms, my car – all for the comfortability of the people around me. Doesn’t really sound like me does it? It wasn’t always that way. Early in my diabetes days, I had no problems with it being a part of me; likely because for the first 3 years I was surrounded by […]

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For shame, Mr. Insulin Pump, for shame

Diabetes, Running

I have a fairly high tolerance for pain – I take needles regularly, I prick my finger multiple times a day, when I broke my wrist, I was in denial, and lasted three days before going to the ER, I frequently encourage my physio and massage therapist to press harder, harder, harder into inflamed areas. But yesterday morning, when I woke up, the pain was so intolerable, I could barely stand, let alone sit! The culprit: Mr. Insulin Pump. I wasn’t gonna say anything, I’m a little embarrassed to be honest, feeling crazy violated, but in the name of fellow T-1s safety, I must come forward. My pump, ahem, took advantage of me overnight. He bloody well got frisky with me; took up shop right at the tender part of my tushy! There was no permission to be had, no pre-arranged agreement, no bloody enjoyment. But rather, a bruised tailbone

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Wardrobe malfunction

Running, Training

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

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Running clothes, where for art thou?

Running, Training

Finding storage = the trials and tribulations of living in a loft! As the fall weather came upon us rather abruptly yesterday, pretty much the second the calendar changed seasons so did the weather, I suddenly realized I might have to start dressing in long sleeves and tights for runs. But when I went to grab a long sleeve out of my running drawer, there were none to be had. Now, this drawer is a pretty full drawer so I looked again, and again, and again. I wasn’t satisfied until I had pulled every article of clothing out of the drawer and onto my floor. Nope, no long sleeve there. I searched the closet, not there; another drawer, not there; well crikey, where the heck had my running clothes run off to? As of writing this post, I have yet to find my cool weather running gear, but I suspect

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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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