Daily Archives: February 27, 2011

Frosty the Snow Wimp

Yesterday morning was a disaster. I was supposed to run 16 km, but when the alarm went off at 5:50, and Mario went downstairs to check the highway webcams and saw a not-yet plowed path of snow, it was determined I would not be running with my favourite running chicks. I went back to bed, got up two hours later and had full intentions of getting on the Skytrain and going out to the Seawall, but upon checking the state of the sidewalks and seeing packed snow that looked like it could be slippery snow, especially with the incoming slush, it was determined my Seawall plans weren’t safe plans. What the heck? I knew there was no way I could run on the dreadmill for 16 km, the most I’ve run on there was 12 km and that just about killed me, so the 16 km had to be sacrificed. Damn you snow!

Instead, I did my first ever bricks workout combining two indoor activities I try to avoid at all costs: The Dreadmill and The Trainer.


  • 10:15 a.m. BG before: 6.6 (granola bar, no bolus)
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent
  • Distance: 5.2 km
  • Average Pace: 6:43 min/km
  • Time: 35 minutes


  • 11 a.m. BG before: 7.8 (piece of French salt chocolate = yum!)
  • Temp. basal (kept it the same) -50 per cent
  • Time: 55 minutes (an episode of True Blood)
  • 12:15 p.m. BG after: 6.2

And while I’m trying to take Mario’s words of wisdom that missing this one long distance run won’t kill me, won’t impede my training, won’t set me back, I’ve got the fitness, I got a whole lot of extra cross-training in on the weekend and this week I’ll be back at it. But that nasty little demon who likes to hang out on my shoulder keeps calling me a wimp – especially when I know two of my favourite running chicks didn’t wimp out and kicked the snow’s butt yesterday morning!

Do you think missing a 16 km run in week 6 of marathon training is detrimental?

Later in the day, we headed over to our friends to watch the Oscars. Mario and I have long prided ourselves on seeing as many of the Oscar contenders as we can before the show, and while he beat me out this year going to see a few of the movies without me (but I’m not bitter, oh no) I still saw a good portion of them, and had a good grasp on which were worthy and which were just added padding (True Grit, bah!). And so you’d think I’d also have a good handle picking out the winners for the Oscar pool right (we get right into it with ballots and even had Black Swan wine :D) Wrong.

I think the problem with seeing so many of the movies is that I get really attached to the ones I really like causing me to vote from the heart … like for Best Movie, I went for the dark horse pick of Winter’s Bone. Excellent movie. And for best supporting actress I picked Jackie Weaver for Animal Kingdom. Also, an excellent movie. And yes, I picked Natalie Portman because she was amazing in Black Swan and Christian Bale because he was The Fighter, but I snubbed my nose up at The Social Network because while I thought it was good, I didn’t think it was Oscar worthy, and I thought it had way too much hype, and I thought the same for True Grit, and I was screwed for The King’s Speech because that was one of the movies I wanted to see, but Mario went without me (again, so not bitter). And in the end, my love and attachment to certain movies like Black Swan and Winter’s Bone and Harry Potter totally kicked me in the butt when it came to winning the ballot votes. Our friend’s son, who’d seen like one of the movies on the list, won! I lost. But whatever, I saw the movies!

Do you watch the Oscars? Did anyone else think the female fashion was seriously lacking this year?

127 hours sans amputation

Who says you can’t go shopping in the middle of a run? Not me, oh nooo 😉

So I had planned on running on Friday to make up for missing Wednesday’s run, and had even changed into my running gear and was just about to leave the house when my blood sugars got in the way. After struggling for nearly 2 weeks with high blood sugars, they finally came down – a lot. With a 3.1 BG, I ate a few sugar tablets and a granola bar for insurance, and waited … and waited … and waited. But those darn blood sugars, they were stubborn, and before I knew it, the daylight hours were fast fading. The run was a no go.

So, that left Saturday. But because Saturdays are usually my rest days, it was somewhat difficult to get my butt out the door. I needed an incentive. Hmm, I thought, the Lululemon factory outlet store is about the halfway mark for a 10 km run = incentive. Now, generally I’m not a Lululemon fan; I don’t like their prices and I don’t like how they don’t much cater to girls with ghetto booties curves like mine. But last week one of my favourite running chicks who lives in “Lulu” was wearing these super cute pants that weren’t super tight and I thought those would work for me. And so, Saturday morning, with snow pelting me in the eyes, I ran to Lululemon.

You’d think I’d be a star walking into that store with a runner’s glow right, I mean it is a store of athletic wear after all, but no, I got some serious stares. It was as though my sweat was contagious! But, I walked away happy, new pants wrapped in my fuel belt, $20 cheaper than I would have paid in the real store. Mission accomplished.


  • 10 a.m. BG before: 8.8 (1/2 granola bar, no bolus)
  • Temp basal: -50 per cent
  • Distance: 10 km
  • Average pace: 6:16 km/hr
  • Average heart rate: 165 bpm
  • Time: 103:14
  • 12 p.m. BG after: 8.5

The run wasn’t my only exercise. A few weeks back I was connected with Olympic rower Chris Jarvis, who also has Type 1 and who runs the non-profit organization I Challenge Diabetes, which hosts a variety of events/activities for us diabetics. He invited me to an upcoming rock climbing event at Cliffhanger Gym in Coquitlam. I got to be honest, I was so incredibly freaked out by the notion. While I was a great climber as a kid, and loved monkeying up the trees with my big brothers, I almost always had issues with the down. On several occasions my dad had to put the hero hat on. And, uhm, hello James Franco, need I say more? But I was also really intrigued with being around other like-minded diabetics, so I kicked my scaredy cat to the curb and embraced my inner kid.

Oh my gosh, I cannot believe how much fun I had. I was climbing, and pulling myself up higher and higher, and using my limbs for leverage, and shimmying up against the wall, and getting stuck and then unstuck. And sure I was shaking to beat all hell to begin with and was somewhat untrustworthy of the dude holding my rope in place, and only twice did I let go of the ropes with both hands to rest for a bit, and only after much coercing from everyone down on the ground. But my gawd, it was great fun. I woke up this morning with bruises all over my knees and shins, and even a lump, and achy arms. It’s like war wounds! And when I climbed to the top of the “chimney” (oh yeah, I got the lingo) a narrow wall that was crazy hard in some spots, the sense of accomplishment I had touching the chain was like … butterflies 😀

I wasn’t as crazy as Chris though. There was no way I was attempting this:

There was actually only three of us there for the adult portion of the event, myself, Chris and his buddy Steven who also has Type 1. After the two hours, we sat for a bit and talked about the disease and how we each work it with our sports, and the different things we do to make it all work, etc., etc. And it was really cool, because it’s not every day I can share notes with like-minded diabetics, in fact, it’s very rare.

Have you ever gone rock climbing?