For shame, Mr. Insulin Pump, for shame

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 … Continue reading For shame, Mr. Insulin Pump, for shame

Running clothes, where for art thou?

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 … Continue reading Running clothes, where for art thou?