The Adventures of Now

exploring the mix of fun, fitness & health…as a diabetic


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14 Long, tough, slow miles

Last Saturday hit 14 miles, wrapping up the 11th week of training it hit the half way mark & provided as a turning point…and a reminder to check in on fueling and injuries…

 

Given that I skipped my runs during the week due to the shin splints, I wasn’t too sure how the long run was going to go. I was hoping that it would be like last weekend and my legs needed to just warm up.

My second concern was the new battle of needing fuel but bloodsugars saying no. I had HoneyStingers instead of chomps (more per serving = being able to mix up carb amounts more) and did 1/2 serving of Cytomax split between two bottles in my fuel belt (5 carbs each).

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I was excited for this run because it was taking us across Queensborough bridge and around Roosevelt Island – something I always wanted to explore when I lived down in the 60s.

I knew Jackie wouldn’t be there this weekend but figured I would be able to stick around the beginners group that I’m usually with. I caught up with Erica before we started but I knew that even with her taking it easy I wouldn’t keep up …especially if I was taking it easy for my shins.

Already overly thirsty before our warm up and having chugged some Nuun on the bus down I hopped into the bathroom line after our jog which lead to missing the pre-stretching. When I returned to the group I followed the coaches directions to where everyone was ……only to quickly realize that it was either the advance or intermediate group …. none of the usuals. I quickly asked another coach where the beginners group was and ran down the block (essentially making a circle). Flashback to that fear of being left behind by the team when the bus stopped.

And we were off!

Garmin was being stupid and wouldn’t catch a satellite ….didn’t help that I didn’t reset it until we were already moving. After playing with it for the first half of the bridge I figured I would just start it from the bottom.

I didn’t feel awesome from the start but got into a discussion over compression sleeves/socks with some girls and Erica for the better part. As soon as we hit Queensborough Bridge Park I started to drop back (uh from 10:25 to 12:03?).

When we got over to Roosevelt Island they had a Gatorade stop set up (thank you TFKer Michael Ann!!) so I did a blood test check in – 233 …. no fuel for me! So I tried to ignore the 2 bottles of Cytomax and just drank the water. When we passed it again at about 6.5 I did another bloodtest – 155 ….still no fuel but then I started mixing in the Cytomax, spreading out the 11 carbs. I was hurting after this. I needed fuel but not going to happen. I was drinking water but not an insane amount and was feeling a mixture of thirst and water logged. At around mile 7 I thought I might actually throw up. It had nothing to do with bloodsugars. It was having nothing to go with the liquid. Around this time one of our coaches feel in step with us ( I was a few feet behind two others) and we started chatting fuel. He’s an ultramarathoner who usually runs with the advance group so I haven’t really ran with him since the open house fun run. He seemed to have a more natural approach to fueling and agreed with the less but more often / steady approach. When we reached the Gatorade stop for the final time I did another check in – 110 – finally! I could pop some chews. I took 6, I probably could have gotten away with 4 but I thought about how there was 5 miles left. At this point I got dizzy. Luckily we were waiting for more water and the gang to regroup (though I was one of the last to come in) so I was able to double over and catch my breath. It was not an awesome feeling.

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Then we headed back across Roosevelt Island Bridge … by the time I hit the road again I was dragging! On Roosevelt Island I would catch up with some of the group along the water stops but this time they were far ahead. I caught up to two of the guys during the stop lights but on the way back over Queensborough bridge they were just in eye sight. I played music but barely paid attention. I did try to pay attention to my form, ignored the fact that there was no more water until the end and tried to just push forward. I finally made it to the end. I had completely given up any care about my pace or the fact that I was one of the last few. Did those facts suck ? Of course – but if I gave even a second to those thoughts it would have killed any remaining energy I had.

So while the legs weren’t it the best of shape it was more about the fueling that made it rough. It definitely helped to be in a totally new area

 

The splits don’t quite break it down but it’s approx 14 miles.

 


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{running distraction} : counting light posts

When I used to run along 1st avenue and the East River I filled it with markers. 20 blocks until a mile, 7 blocks until this cross over, this point along the river is this many blocks, this store means this much further.

Markers, countdowns, comparisons and judgements.

One major shift during training has been letting go of that. With my TFK runs I may pay attention to landmarks and recognize  where I am (at times no clue!)  but they don’t serve as markers. I’m on new routes and with new running buddies.

Switching to Central Park has made it easier to throw myself off. That said, most of my SloFasy runs have been
around the reservoir. ~1.5 miles. I don’t pay attention to where I am when I hit a mile…or a quarter of a mile…or 3/4. It’s easy to catch on but I distract myself.

While other runners are good entertainment, it loses it’s luster when they’re all going past you.

When I first got my Garmin I was nervous that I would get even more obsessed with numbers but surprisingly not the case. I realized its much like how I frequently check my phone for the weather or time but rarely can tell you what I just read. I check in which my pace and quickly focus on how I feel and effort level vs. the number – major step.

That said, in an effort to prevent from creating markers, checking my Garmin out of boredom or start a mind war with myself, I started the light post game.

 

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I count light posts. Not in the 1,2,3 kind of way…well sort of. I’ll pick a number, say 5, and after 5 light posts I can check my  Garmin. Now I know that sounds like marking, but here’s where the game comes in: only lit posts count, I change the number (5,15,10,5,20, ect though now I’m starting to just pick random numbers), and I can easily get thrown off count. This prevents it from being “5 light posts is at this point which is x of a mile.” I also will not look at my Garmin when it hits a mile but wait until I reach that light post.

So far it’s keeping me entertained though I think I’ll need to shake up the game soon.

 

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Do you play (fun) mind games when you workout?

 

Count anything? Aside from light posts I think other people are my only other option.

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Group Run : 6/30

The last time (and only other time) I had ran 7 miles was before the More/Fitness half. It was a great run and I had been holding on to that feeling. However, that run was at night and during perfect temperatures – all very different variables from the current ones. Not to mention that my runs lately have been less then stellar. The coaches all emphasized taking it easy and paying attention to how the heat effected us – slowing down was encouraged. I started out the run feeling strong, bloodsugars weren’t being stupid and no signs of injuries. My bloodsugar was 77 that morning – close to low (70) and tricky on any normal heatwave day. But mind over matter, I felt good going into the run. I chatted with one of the coaches about Diabetes (after I elegantly blurted out that I’m type 1 as a way of introducing myself) and she told me about a friend who was T1 and completed Ironmans. While I have found motivation in the blogosphere, I haven’t found too many T1 role models (know any??). I synced up with another runner around mile 2 and we ended up keeping pace for the rest of the run. That pace included some walking which I was completely ok with. After we went up a hill she pulled back and as I got hit in the face with a wave of heat I didn’t hesitate to join her. It took me a long time to realize just because you walk doesn’t mean the run is over. We ended up doing a walk/run (some how always walking when we passed the coaches) combo. The key part for me : the running was strong. I felt good when running and smart when walking. Perfect mix for facing bloodsugar, heat & distance. I didn’t even feel the need to test at mile 5, while it made me a little nervous, I trusted my body and went with instinct (I ended up being 202 after the run [see fueling]).

The drama came after the run. As I went to record my bloodsugars into my phone I realized it wasn’t in the (DIY/needs to be replaced) armband. I turned right around prepared to walk those 7 miles back looking for it (not that I’d remember the route). A few steps up I ran into one of the coaches who kindly helped me, calling and running back to look. Some other runners passed by and said they saw a phone a few feet up (I took off before hearing the specifics #classicmove). We searched and asked and called. No luck. I was in denial to prevent from freaking out (sad but true, I’d rather lose my meter than my phone – pretty much anything else is replaceable). Sara was awesome and offered to check one more time/go one foot further/keep calling. When it was determined that it clearly wasn’t on the path – someone answered! The office at the tennis house had it!!

I am so so so lucky.

So the seven sweaty miles restored my faith in running and the kind people who passed along my phone restored my faith in humanity.

Oddly enough as I went to grab my bag we passed another TFK’er who lost her phone (it must have been the one on the path since mine was all the way north) – and when Sara called it someone answered to return it.

Have you ever found someone’s phone / wallet ? 


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Run: 6/27

First run with the garmin!

  Garmin Forerunner 310TX 

And proceed to delete the data when trying to transfer. #technologyfail 

Goal: 4m – warm up, 5k , cool down …..I hit something around 4 miles in 45+ minutes

Path: upper & lower reservoir

Intensity: kept first 1/2 mile light but felt weighed down from the start. Went to pick up the pace for 5k but was a rough run – had to slow to walk 2.5-3. This one gets chalked up to stupid fueling / everything impacts a run. 

I was 166 @ 3:37p … cool, a little high but usual for the afternoon – leave it alone. Only I didn’t…I had dried fruit and plenty of it. This was a reminder that just because it’s healthy doesn’t mean it’ll work for me, oh and moderation. I also had an equal amount (read: a lot) of almonds because I wanted a snack. Fast forward to 6p, getting ready for my run (should have met to run with TFK since I was free) and my bloodsugar is over 300. Sigh. Had to do insulin but can only do the ratio with starch carbs vs. the natural sugar of fruit. So I had my standard PB & toast. Went into this run feeling a little nutty. Came out at 124 (perfect)! But I was feeling those fueling decisions. This is a 24/7 prepping/planning/calculating – every decision counts. One good one : I should stop buying dried fruit, stick with the fresh. 

Injuries: left knee felt achy all day randomly. Fine during run but old pain going up stairs afterwards….realized later on it was hinting at some IT Band issues.