Hello world 😀
Even though I’m not training for anything right now, and even though my mileage has SIGNIFICANTLY decreased in the last few months, my world is still not complete without being able to lace up my sneakers and hit the pavement on a regular basis. And for more than 2 weeks, my world has not been complete.
As many of you know, I was suffering a nasty cold that lasted forever! It started in my head and progressively got worse filling my chest up with congestion and other such grodies. Dear Diabetes also reared her ugly head as a result. During my training days, I probably would have fought through the head cold, but once it’s in your chest, there’s no way I was taking chances with pneumonia. And so, I spent the last 2 weeks saddled up on the couch, missing my sneakers, longing for that cool breeze to brush against my skin, and the happy endorphins to fill my veins.
That all changed tonight.
Mario and I made a deal the other night: Cough or not, we were going for a run. Just a short run. Just a slow run. Just a get-the-legs-moving run. And ohhh what a gloriously happy run it was … mind you, it’s amazing what sickness does to your endurance. I was going majorly slow (didn’t want to overdo it, you know) but was feeling the huff and the puff in my lungs. What the?
- 6:15 p.m. BG before: 4.6 (3 crackers and peanut butter, no bolus)
- Temp. basal: -60 per cent (30 minutes)
- Distance: 3.5 km
- Time: 23 minutes
- 6:50 p.m. BG after: 4.2
- Temp. basal: +60 per cent (30 minutes)
Next run, I’ll be wa-ay faster… least I didn’t lose my competitive nature 😉