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Direction by committee

(Note: I am seriously behind on blog posts; this one should have been posted Sunday or Monday. Please send all your complaints to the Douglas College chemistry department.)

You say tomato, I say tomAto.

This is the map of the route we were supposed to run Sunday.


This is the map of the route we actually ran Sunday.

013115Sunday run

Pretty much totally the same.

Yes folks, the lost runner in me struck again. But hey, a few added hills never hurt anyone right… right? As one of my favourite running chicks noted, we weren’t lost, we were exploring.

Two hours in the trails – just look at this beauty!

Next time, we do planks!

Next time, we do planks!

And with a water station on route, we were totally set – lost or not!

Riddle me this: How many running chicks does it take to wash a dropped shot block?

How many running chicks does it take to wash a dropped shot block?

8:45 a.m. BG before: 6.7
Carbs: banana + dried apricots 30 min b/f and 15 min b/f (no bolus)
Temp. basal: -50 per cent; – 70 per cent; -30 per cent
Workout: 2 hours: alternating 30′ easy with 10′ at half marathon pace
Distance: 19.28 km
Average pace: 6:13 min/km
BG: @25′ 5.7; @45′ 5.1; @70′ 8.0; @100′ 10.1
Fuel: shot blocks and sports drink – continuous
BG after: 15.7 😦

Seems I had the opposite blood sugar problem this time around compared to the last few Sundays. For this run, I pre-programmed a basal setting on my pump that was about half the reduction from my normal settings and then I started out with a 50 per cent reduction on top of that, upped it to -70 per cent at the 25′ mark, and then when I saw they were rising about an hour into the run, lowered it to -30 per cent. I was also taking in fuel right from the get-go – I did not want to be dealing with lows on this run. Apparently, it wasn’t the proper math all around. See above.

Blargh! One of these days I will figure this bloody thing out!

Surviving diabetes Russian Roulette

Okay, seriously, who actually carries around a backup insulin plan if their pump fails? Be honest.

I don’t.

For as long as I’ve had the pump, when I’m out, I’ve solely relied on the pump. I don’t carry a pouch with extra infusions or syringes and spare insulin for just in case (in this heat, would it really survive anyway). I guess you could say it’s almost like a diabetic’s version of Russian Roulette.

And today, I nearly got the bullet.

It was new infusion day, and as is always the routine, I changed my infusion first thing before breakfast. I also changed my CGM sensor, so I didn’t have access to an approximation of my blood sugars for two hours after doing so. It was a busy morning, I didn’t really have time to think about what my blood sugars were doing inside me until snack time three hours after breakfast. It was 8:45 a.m., I stabbed my finger, waited 5 seconds, and HOLY FREAKING CRUD MONKEY!!! They were 17.4. A second test had them at 18.1.

What the frick???

I pushed my snack aside, there was no way I could eat with the highs already shooting through me. I checked my pump to make sure I’d given my breakfast bolus, which I had. I dialed up a correction dose and waited.

I’m not very patient.

A half hour passed and they were still 17.1. Another half hour passed and they were 17.4. I walked around the block, tested again, and they were 16.9. We are now 1.5 hours into my correction dose. I have a very high insulin sensitivity rate; I should have been seeing those numbers going down fast. I did another correction dose, and again, nothing.

My fed up with diabetes tweet at 1 p.m.

My fed up with diabetes tweet at 1 p.m.

Maybe I put too much faith in my pump, probably, but I kept thinking, it’s going to start working. My new infusion site, which was located in the softness of my belly, looked fine; there was no blood, no angry redness, no protruding canula, nothing that I could see that should cause alarm. But something WAS wrong.

Because my office is an icebox, I pretty much always have a cardigan on, but the blood sugar dramas were having me feeling like I was going through menopause. I was sweating, uncomfortable, suffering ridiculous hot flashes. Finally, at around noon., I tore the cardigan off, anddddd – oh look, there’s my old infusion site still stabbed into my arm!!!

My insulin back-up plan.

My insulin back-up plan.

Again, with the honesty, I have to be one of the laziest diabetics when it comes to removing old infusion sites (and probably other things too… like throwing out blood testing strips). They’re often stuck in there for at minimum an extra day, sometimes three. Big Ring even mentioned that I’d forgotten to remove it this morning, and still I didn’t remove it.

Thank goodness!

Today, my laziness became quite fortuitous 🙂

And when my BG finally started bottoming out, hells yeah I deserved some chocolate for the ordeal!

And when my BG finally started bottoming out around 3 p.m., hells yeah I deserved some chocolate for the ordeal!

5:45 p.m. BG before: 5.6
Temp. basal: -50 per cent
Carbs: 1/2c applesauce and 1T PB (45 minutes before) 4 dried apricots (15 minutes before) No bolus
Distance: A hilly 5.39 km
Time: 37:23

Average pace: 6:56 min/km
6:45 p.m. BG after: 3.8

My intention with yesterday’s run was to not get lost, which meant no charging off ahead of the group, and to power up the hills, kick those hills’ butts like they’d never been kicked before! And when I came out of the trees, I was so super satisfied with the run. I didn’t get lost, even after I sped ahead for the final stretch, AND I put serious huffing and puffing effort into those hills. Good job me!

A sweaty mess following a super satisfying run.

A sweaty mess following a super satisfying run.


Love. Again.


I love being able to run for fun again.

I love being able to run with my favourites again.

I love being unintentionally pushed to keep running hard by those faster than me again.

I love running, huffing and puffing, sometimes even wheezing, and being able to converse with real people, other than myself, again.

I love having a running partner in crime again.

I love, love, love these favourites!

Virtual Running Partner is again Real Running Partner!

For two weeks I have been ants in my pants excited about tonight’s run. It all started after my failed Scotiabank half when I got a message from my virtual running partner urging me to come for a run with the girls. Every Tuesday they run a hilly, 6k trails loop about 30-40 minutes from home. It’s a social run, she said, no expectations. I didn’t know how it would work with our at-home evening schedule, but Big Ring thought it a great idea, so I packed a bag full of running gear and headed out after work.

And oh my goodness, it was love at first stride!

To run with people again, amazing. But to run with these people, people I love, people who I can carry conversations with no problem, people who make me laugh, who make me think, who make me stop checking my Garmin every two seconds, who make me want to keep running.

This is love. Again.

Following that run, I was smiling for hours, even days later. And tonight, same thing. I went out with my Speedy Hill Hero, leading the pack, which, I know we weren’t going anywhere near her top speed, but still, I was running WITH her – huge ego boost! And then to discover how even more alike Virtual Running Partner and I are than I had initially believed from our obsessive running shoe hang ups to stopping and walking at the first suggestion of it, but stubbornly not stopping if no suggestion is made no matter how long or hard the hill. And the sweetness of Miss Rose willing to give you her last drop of water no matter how thirsty she herself is.

Speedy Hill Hero is the reason I don’t get shots while running; I’m too focused on keeping pace with her!

I have spent more than  a year trying to find suitable running partners in my neck of the woods to no avail. I put up posters in my building and down at the market where I know there’s a vast running community, but nothing. Acquaintances sent me contact info for people they thought would be interested, but it would result in nothing but silence after sending an introductory email. I was even introduced to a woman, face to face, at a race a couple months ago who gave me her number and told me to text, which I did, but nothing back, no response.

I was beginning to get a serious complex.

But you know maybe it was the running gods telling me something. Some things you can’t change.

These are my people!

Miss Rose’s sweetness never goes unnoticed.



  • 6 p.m. BG before: 6.2
  • Carbs: (1 hour before) green smoothie, 30g
  • Temp. basal: -50 per cent (1 hour)
  • Distance: 6 km
  • Pace: No clue. No Garmin.
  • 6:45 p.m. BG after: 5.2
  • Temp. basal: +50 per cent (too much, had a low 2 hours post run)
  • Carbs: nectarine, 15g + 2T nut butter, 10g