I run for my health.
I run for my happiness.
I run for my equilibrium.
I run for my sanity.
I run to clear my mind.
I run to settle my emotions.
I run to rid myself of daily toxins.
I run to keep my weight in line.
I run to keep my blood sugars in check.
I run to give Dear Diabetes a big, fat F.U. with my middle finger.
I run to experience the thrill of the endorphins.
I run for that boost of natural caffeine.
I run for the scenic views.
I run for the new adventures.
I run for the exhilaration of the warm, summer breeze slapping my face.
I run for the bragging rights.
I run for the competition, the challenge, the notion of bettering myself with every turnover I make.
I run because I love to run.
And when I can’t run, when something is holding me back – illness, injury, circumstance – it kills.
Yesterday, I ran.
- 5 a.m. BG before: 7.4
- Temp. basal: none
- Carbs: 1/2 Bonk Breaker bar (17g) with bolus
- Time: 30 minutes
- Distance: 5.24 km
- Average pace: 5:41 min/km
- Average cadence: 85 spm
- 6:15 a.m. BG after: 9.1
Just 30 minutes. Just back-to-basics. No music. No worrying of pace. Just minding my form and foot turnover. There was pressure, but not pain. I ran through it.
And tomorrow, I’m going to do it all over again