Monthly Archives: September 2013

Wardrobe malfunction

There are some runs that are just so incredibly perfect, you know the ones, the ones that feel like you’ve been running around the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow the entire time. Ahh, bliss is what those are… And then, there are those other runs, the ones that, well, the ones you want to forget about, but never do in hopes of never EVER repeating again.

Today’s run was that kind of a run. My feet, legs, lungs and belly were all working pretty good. I wasn’t sucking air, I wasn’t feeling like I’d eaten 10 buckets of ice cream, I wasn’t wishing to be anywhere but there. Nope, today was all about my wardrobe – malfunctioning!!!

The shoes were just a small fraction of today’s issues!


  • 12:15 p.m. BG before: 7.6
  • Carbs: Sezme Snack (12g) no bolus
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Time: 29:42 minutes
  • Distance: 5.69 km
  • Average pace: 5:13 min/km
  • Average cadence: 87 spm
  • 1:15 p.m. BG after: 6.1

The sun was shining bright; I had no sunglasses.

My sports bra was digging into the inflammation of my right shoulder from the injury I endured the night I found out I was pregnant.

My socks felt like they had little pebbles all throughout.

My shoe laces felt like they were tied too tight, but they weren’t, and yet, I stopped three times to adjust them fearing the onslaught of a bruise if I did not.

My insulin pump, which was clipped to my Spibelt under my shirt, was bouncing all over the belt, which seemed to have loosened somewhere along the way. I relocated the pump onto the back of my shorts waste band, but that meant I now had an unbalanced Spibelt, with my cell phone and keys in the pouch hanging off the back of me, bouncing down onto my pump, causing my shorts to be dragged downwards.


But hey, even through all that, I still managed a pretty decent pace, and it could have been worse, I mean, there was no Janet Jackson style nip slip. Positive!!! 😀

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 were none to be had. Now, this drawer is a pretty full drawer so I looked again, and again, and again. I wasn’t satisfied until I had pulled every article of clothing out of the drawer and onto my floor.

Nope, no long sleeve there.

I searched the closet, not there; another drawer, not there; well crikey, where the heck had my running clothes run off to? As of writing this post, I have yet to find my cool weather running gear, but I suspect they may have ended up in storage, which is currently a nightmare! Which means… NEW CLOTHES FOR ME!!! Er, I mean, no, I will, ahem, continue the search 😉


  • 1 p.m. BG before: 8.9
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: Sezme Snack (12g) no bolus
  • Time: 31:28
  • Distance: 6.01 km
  • Average pace: 5:14 min/km
  • Average cadence: 86 spm
  • 2 p.m. BG after: 5.4

Not like I needed the warmer clothes for this run. Yes, it was cooler out, and yes there was rain, but it still wasn’t cold enough to warrant sleeves. I had contemplated putting my Saucony running jacket on, but I sweat like hell through that thing, and instead I opted for removable sleeves.

It most definitely was NOT sleeves kind of weather!!!

It turns out I had timed my run perfectly weather wise. An hour prior to going out, it was pouring, and five minutes after finishing, it started pouring again. On the run, though ,it was sun showers and puddle jumping. The sleeves were slid down in a heart beat!


It’s days like these I wish I could run in my rubber boots, because you better believe I’d look super cute doing it 😀

Battles of a sick taper


This weekend marked the start of taper week for me with the Bellingham Bay half marathon set for next Sunday, which, given that I’ve been pretty much in taper mode the last month and a half with that stupid, vexing injury of mine, didn’t really mean much. In fact, I was more worried about not running a significant distance than about cooling my running heels. But because Big Ring and I had plans for an afternoon belated celebration of our 4-year wedding anniversary – NO LITTLE RING!  – I thought I’d be able to get through this weekend no problem.

Out of sight out of mind right 😀


But then, I got sick. A stupid, freaking, jerk-face cold. And then, Little Ring got sick. And then, our afternoon date was cancelled due to said sickness. And then, we were stuck at home. And then, the rain came. And then. And then. And then.

The cold started out with a sore throat, and that’s all it was for like 4 days, and so when it hadn’t progressed further, I thought okay, this isn’t so bad, maybe I’ll be able to pull off a 12-15 km run on Sunday after all. Well folks, let me just say, thinking that pretty much screwed me. I swear the second I thought it was the second my nose got stuffed and the cold progressed to lethargy, heat behind the eyes nastiness.

Hello cold survival kit!

Still, as long as it wasn’t in my chest, all was not lost for a run. Saturday night, Big Ring planned a new route for me along the sky train path in which I’d just hop on the train and head for home once I was done. But then, as mentioned, the rain came. Buckets. Sideways. Hard. Pummeling. Torrential. Rain.

Normally, I wouldn’t be opposed to run in the rain, in fact, most runs in the rain, once you’re out there, end up being fantastic, or at the very least brag worthy, and sometimes even epic. But…

Rain + Cold + 1/2 marathon one week away = Stupid!

Had that half marathon not been in the equation I would have risked it, but with the half marathon next Sunday, I just didn’t feel that was an equation I could win. Which meant a whole days worth of guilt and second guessing. Ugh.

Thus the life of a sicky runner 😦

Fairhaven: a love affair continues

Oh beautiful, beautiful Fairhaven, we have had a love affair that has lasted a good many years haven’t we. Ah, the memories, the moments, the romances we’ve had. It’s an affair that’s extended well beyond the short-lived toe shoe craze of mine that first put you in my sights.

Your history, your old-time architecture, your boutiques, your food, your village greens, your marinas, every visit is ripe with wonderfully new discoveries. And so, my beauty, it only seemed natural, don’t you think, I run a race on your very personage 😀


  • 8 a.m. BG before: 10.4
  • Carbs: breakfast 2.5 hours earlier, full bolus
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Time: 1:24:04
  • Distance: 15 km
  • Average pace: 5:38 min/km
  • Average cadence: 86 spm
  • Fuel: @30 minutes 2 shot blocks @60 minutes 2 shot blocks
  • 10:15 p.m. BG after: 9.2

11th in my age/gender category, not too shabby. But next time, I crack the Top 10!!!

Going into Saturday’s race I wasn’t sure how I would fare:

1) Because it was in the United States, about a half hour across the border, and because it was on a Saturday, which meant no Big Ring (he works Saturdays), Little Ring and I camped out at my parents’ house the night prior, which meant neither of us had the greatest of sleeps.

“Hey! This isn’t my bed!”

2) The drive to Fairhaven took longer than we had anticipated, which meant we didn’t get to the start until about 20-30 minutes beforehand. And I still had to pick up my race bib and hit the loo. The LONG cue for the washroom left me with just 2 minutes to spare before the gun start, which meant no pre-race warmup, no pre-race sprints, not even a pre-race Little Ring good luck kiss!

“Mamsy! Mamsy! I’m all puckered up, where’d you go?”

3) And then there was the start of the race. Approximately 800 runners relegated to essentially a bike lane. Good grief! Anyone who tried passing was pretty much ensuring a face plant into the cement! Mind you, that only lasted about a mile. The crowd thinned out pretty quick, but with still enough racers around to feel like you should be competing.

4) I have not run this kind of a distance in well over a month and a half and I was unsure how my newly healed body would fare. And so, going into this race I made the choice to have FUN. I wanted to push myself, but not so much that I’d be miserable or disappointed. I wanted to run like a kid and finish with a smile. And by golly, I DID!!!

Photo “borrowed” from the race 🙂

I kept a fairly steady pace, I kept the negative thoughts at bay, I was consciously aware of my foot turnover, speeding it up every time I felt it slowing. I smiled and thanked as many of the volunteers as I could; I waved at the kids rooting; I applauded the cheerleaders. And I took in my surroundings, I noted the beauty of the heavy fog on the water, the hidden bike shop edging the homeward-bound trail, and the phone booths. Seriously, I think I passed at least three – Superman would still be relevant in Fairhaven!

And being so close to home, you’re likely to run into FAVOURITES!

Strategy wise, I took two 1-minute walk breaks every 30 minutes, which worked perfectly for me. I also opted NOT to test my blood sugars on the race. Normally for runs beyond 10 km, I test, especially when I’m taking in fuel. But because I was starting with higher blood sugars, and because I’ve experienced those kinds of numbers in previous runs, and because I know my body, I figured my blood sugars would drop down to a respectable 5-6 mmol by the first 30 minutes, which wouldn’t require any insulin for the 2 shot blocks I was taking in. I had hoped to maintain that BG for the next 30 minutes so that the next set of blocks wouldn’t shoot up my sugar level, but unfortunately, the experiment wasn’t perfect. The post-race 9.2 reading was higher than I would have liked.

Overall, I kind of really loved this race! I loved the atmosphere, loved the location, loved my cheerleaders (Moms and Little Ring!!!) loved my results, and most of all, I loved loving this race the entire way.

“Hey mamsy! Here’s some banana, you earned it!”

Cutting time experiment No. 1

Today’s post-run shower was brought to me by the kind folks at Pampers’ and their baby wipes 😀 Holy freaking crud monkey it was roasting out there today! My car’s thermostat was registering 34 degrees at lunch, right as I was lacing up for my second lunch run of the week.

My glucometre overheated, it was that hot!
My keys seared my fingers, it was that hot!
My lungs felt as though we were running through a sauna, it was that hot!

It wasn’t the prettiest of runs, but it was a run. Success.


  • 12:15 p.m. BG before: 6.0
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: Sezme Snack (12g) no bolus
  • Time: 30:14
  • Distance: 5.41 km
  • Average pace: 5:35 min/km
  • Average cadence: 86 spm
  • BG after: ??? (metre overheated. see above.)

In an effort to cut down on the amount of time it takes me to change out of my work clothes and into my run clothes (squeezing into those no-give sports bras is no quick task let me just say!) I made a few alterations to my work attire this morning. I picked a skirt and matching top. Under the top, was my sports bra, and under my skirt, my shorts, which meant I only had my running shirt, hat and shoes to fiddle with come noon.

Who knew?

In theory, it was a great idea, but in reality, it had a few hiccups. You read how hot it was above right, well, today, the day I omitted the cool airiness of my skirts, was also the day the AC at work decided to crap out. I was sweating hours before I even started that bloody run.

And then there was the matter of my blood sugars. Before leaving work, they were 7.4. Seconds before the run, they were 6.0. At face value, that’s not a huge drop, but given that it had gone down like that in a matter of minutes, I wanted to air on the safe side, which meant I had to eat a snack before the run, and the only thing I had on hand were Sezme Snacks, which meant a few minutes picking at my teeth before being comfortable enough to start running. So yeah, I didn’t really cut any time at all.

Still a work in progress…

Top secret running

Ok, seriously – seriously! – why did my hair have to look so smokin’ hot today? Like, I mean, perfect hair Emma Stone hot! The colour glimmered, the style was smooth, every strand perfect (well, aside from the clumps that fell out… but that’s another story!). But today, of all days, are you kidding me?

Today, the day I had pegged to be the start of my new lunch-time running regime.

I’m not gonna lie, the thought did cross my mind to postpone the run for tomorrow, but then I thought what happens if my hair is even prettier tomorrow, and even prettier the next day, do I postpone those runs too? No.

I spent as many moments this morning as I could admiring the beauty of my hair in mirrors, windows, and any other shiny objects I passed by before I snuck out of the office (I felt like I was playing hooky, even though it was lunch!) tied my hair back, and slapped on a hat on.

Shh… top secret running 😉


  • 11:45 a.m. BG before: 9.4
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: none
  • Time: 29:40
  • Distance: 5.59 km
  • Average pace: 5:18 min/km
  • Average cadence: 86 spm
  • 12:45 p.m. BG after: 6.3

And let me just say, it was a good thing I took my morning beauty in like I had. Running 5.5 km in 29 degree weather with the sun hovering right above for 80 per cent of the run, oh man, I was a sweaty mess! My hair and body were both soaked! And while I remembered my face wash, I didn’t remember a cloth or small towel to wipe away the sweat. Hello paper towel! Pretty much, I looked like a drowned rat for the remainder of the day.

But that run, it was exactly what I needed. I chose to start these lunch-hour runs today because a) I’m used to running Mondays and Wednesdays, and b) because Mondays and Wednesdays are my busiest days at work where I’m stuck at my desk for the better part of the day. By breaking my day up with a run, I was able to sort through work problems, recharge my mind and body, and was refreshed and energized full of endorphins to get me through the afternoon. Super successful!

Now I’ve just got to figure out how to cut down on the time it takes to dress in and out of my running gear; that took forever 😀

Freedom Friday

Phew! My family and I survived our first week of me being a working mom. The first day was tough as nails, my jaw hurting so bad fighting back those tears as I left my boy for the day, the second day was easier but I still felt the welling of tears in my eyes, but by the third day, I left with no feeling of tears, Big Ring felt more confident with daycare duties, and Little Ring made a buddy and slept for 2 hours at nap time. Success.

And the fourth day… oh wait, there wasn’t a fourth day!!!

First day of daycare.

Instead of going back to work full-time, we decided I’d go back 4 days to save on daycare, gas, tolls, and wear and tear on the car, and also to grant us more quality time as a family. (Big Ring has Fridays off as well) And because this week started with the Labour Day holiday that meant only 3 days of work for me. Wahoo!

And what did I do with my first ever Freedom Friday? Went for a run of course 😀

Already loving this day!


  • 10 a.m. BG before: 7.4
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: granola bar (14g) half bolus
  • Time: 1:17:45 (plus 5 minute warmup)
  • Distance: 13.35 km
  • Average pace: 5:50 min/km
  • Average cadence: 85 spm
  • 12 p.m. BG after: 9.7

This wasn’t a perfect run. I had major issues with my blood sugars and glucose metres. At 30 minutes I tested and they were down to 4.2, so I took in a dark-chocolate Agave #9 gel (I kid you not, this tasted like melted chocolate – NOT gel!) and half a tube of Pocket Fuel before starting back up again. Twenty minutes later I was starting to feel a bit off, like a low was coming on. So I stopped and tested again, or at least I tried. I got a couple error messages before finding a strip that would allow me to test. The test came in at 3.7, which corroborated the off feeling I was experiencing, but something inside me told me to test again. I did and the second test came in at 7.1. What the??? I tested again and was at 5.4. Are you freaking kidding me? What the hell result was I to believe?

It could have been the sweat, it could have been remnants of the gel from 30 minutes ago still on my fingers, or it could have been the metre has finally gone to the toilets… which is exactly what I’m thinking happened given the multiple error messages I was getting.

Stupid metre!

I decided to play it safe and took a couple shot blocks before getting back to my run. And given that I ended with a 9.7 reading post-run, my guess is the 5.4 result was probably the more accurate of the three. Ugh.

But hey, a positive: I’m pretty sure I’m 90% injury free!!! Wahoo!!!