Daily Archives: August 27, 2010

Faster than a lightening Bolt

Hey! So check out these numbers:

6.9, 6.5, 6.2, 6.4, 7.5, 6.9, 6.4, 6.8, 6.1, 6.4, 6.1, 6.6, 6.6…

For most of you, they probably don’t mean a thing, but for diabetics, like me, they’re great news, near perfect in fact. These numbers are my blood sugar readings for the last two days. And as my endocrinologist once told me, these are numbers to grow old with.

My BG goal is set between 4.9 and 6.5. Getting in green is the goal.

BG perfection really shouldn’t be all that surprising, given that I lead a pretty healthy lifestyle. Yes, I enjoy my chocolate, ice cream and various baked goods, but I also offset that with a LOT of exercise, so it balances out. But the thing is, for years I was a yo-yo diabetic, trying to combat low blood sugars and high blood sugars all the time. And even though it’s been like six years since I turned my lifestyle around and really took control of my diabetes, near perfect numbers across the board like that still come as a nice, little shocker.

And get this, my perfect blood sugar streak didn’t even screw up after having a raspberry tartelette for dessert that Mario got from Granville Island. I estimated the tartelette at 30 grams of carbs, and two hours after eating it, my blood sugars went from 4.9 to 5.3 = perfect! Which is a good thing to figure out now, because when go to Paris this fall, we will most definitely being eating a tartelette, maybe even two a day 😉

Eating my first tartelette on the Champs Elysée the last time we were in Paris three years ago. According to my records we averaged two a day!


  • 6:30 p.m. BG before: 6.4 (2 Sharkies)
  • Temp basal: -50 per cent
  • Distance: 10 km
  • Average pace: 6:33 min/km
  • Time: 1:02:58
  • 8 p.m. BG after: 7.5

There’s only one word to describe yesterday’s 10k “recovery” run: Ouch!

After just three months and approximately 500 kilometres in my Mizunos, the treads were wearing thin – they needed replacing. And as much as I looooove new shoes, I hate breaking them in. Not even 3 km into the run and my calves were burning, it seriously felt like a shard of glass was being ripped up and down them over and over again. And my feet, oh my gosh, they were throbbing, like I was running on a bed of rusty nails!

Thank goodness for favourite running chicks, though, who have a way better memory than I do. While contemplating ripping the pain suckers off my feet and throwing them into the nearest dumpster, my running chicks reminded me that these are the exact same shoes, just a half size larger than the last pair, (No more purple toes for me!) and that I had experienced the exact same pangs of pain when I started out in those ones. And they turned out to be the best, most comfortable, suited-to-my-feet pair of shoes, I think, I’ve ever owned.

And the pain, well that’s just a small price to pay to once again be sporting a pair of fancy-new, super-bright, super-fast-looking shoes! The second I put them on, I strike a pose – the Usain Bolt pose!


What’s your favourite thing about new shoes?