The Adventures of Now

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


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Group Run: 7/1

First run of July!

The group was smaller for Urban Girl Squad / Athleta Run Club … kind of to be expected for 4th of July weekend & the hot weather. That said there were quite a few new people which awesome/impressive. 

Given that it was hot at 8am for the TFK’s run I knew that 10am would be sweltering. 

We took it easy and casual and ran as one major group.  After my past few runs of dropping to the back it was nice to be in synch. 

Not to mention the time is pretty good for how I’ve been running lately, especially since I was mindful of all the lows from Saturday. 

We stopped half way to stretch and gather before turning back around. 

The plan was for 20 minutes but we all actually held out for almost 3 miles. 

4 flex miles were on my TFK / NYCM plan – I called it even. 

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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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Group Run: 6/16

TFK mixes up which coaches lead which groups which I think is awesome because it means more perspectives, more advice and more styles to learn from.

The coach that led our group out 2 weeks ago stressed that we were going to start off easy and all run together – there would be time to pick up the pace later. Perfect! I’ve been trying to focus on having control over my runs vs. pushing my hardest for each one. (the whole work smarter not harder thing? I was never good at that.) I had no pain during the entire run – a first since February!!

Of course my bloodsugars wanted a turn at challenging me. I had had a pretty good formula for food & insulin that I was testing out in our past long runs and I tried to keep in line with that but my pre bloodsugar was a tad higher from the start …. which included high blood-sugar hunger (not to be confused with low blood sugar hunger or normal hunger). So I wasn’t feeling awesome going into it. By the time I caught up to everyone at the water fountain I feeling sick. I did a bloodtest … 210. Spiked since breakfast, not awful  or enough to stop a run but insulin kicking in, carbs breaking down and trekking along on a run was sending a lot of mixed signals. 

It was my first time time doing a blood test during a TFK run (that sounds way too important), I was already kind of on my own so did my thing and kept going. By the time I met up to the next turn point with the coach directing us I was struggling. As she gave out directions and tips I used that time to blurt out I was diabetic – just a heads up. With in our little chat another TFK’er caught up and we started on the new path together … only I struggled to keep up. By the time I saw the coach again she asked me how I was feeling and gave me a new plan – instead of 6 miles I was going to do 5. As she told me, it’s better to cut it short and run it strong then be shuffling losing form at this point. 

Instead of getting embarrassed that I was taking a modification I embraced it, I was kind of already doing my own thing anyways. Instead it gave me confidence to make it my run. Since I have awful sense of direction I missed the point she told me to run up to so I went a little further but circled back before the planned turn. 

Best part was the strides at the end reminded me that I do have what it takes – I’m just not there yet.

The coach wasn’t there last week but her style was exactly what I needed for that shift from injuries to bloodsugars and I look forward to learning  a lot from her.  


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Group Run: 6/23

This week we took it took to the road.

Our long runs so far have been around the bridle path but this week it led us out to the streets. Weaving in & out of everyone gearing up for the Pride Run

I don’t usually pay to much attention when they describe the routes for each groups – I figure there will always be someone ahead of me so I’ll just follow them. I also don’t grab one of the maps they hand out because honestly – I become a sweaty mess early on so I’d just ruin the paper, plus I already have plenty of stuff on me. 

After dropping my iphone several times (new armband where are you?!) in the beginning of the run RunKeeper was thrown off and I ended up just carrying the thing – not listening to music…a rarity. But it ended up being a nice change, I was running with a group so I wasn’t left listening to my own puffing or shuffle and with the race there was a lot going on to pay attention. 

Go figure that I made it through the race areas without losing the team but once we broke through it and hit 72nd street I lost sight. I was with one of the guys who I’ve synced up with in our past runs so we decided to go with our instinct and reroute ourselves. When we hit the meeting spot coming up short a mile we decided to go out half a mile and then circle back. Really we just wanted to run with the winner of the race (no not really but it was cool to observe close up). 


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Running Reflections: BS vs. Group Run {6/17}

To be honest, those splits are looking pretty good for how I was feeling. I can’t say that I know what a hangover feels like but I had my on version Sunday morning : bloodsugar hangover.  My bloodsugars were a mess on Saturday and into Sunday morning – super high, super low. Usually you can roll with the punches but sometimes when it hits you it knocks you out. Plus my food choices /treatment  weren’t the wisest. 

It was a smaller group at the UGS / Athleta Run on Sunday. So when the intermediate group was set below a 10 min pace I considered dropping back to the beginners knowing that I didn’t want to push myself on this run. But I didn’t. Being a smaller group, we all stuck together instead of splintering into smaller groups. Until I dropped back….far back. Like had to give in and walk by mile 3. I was half way around the reservoir and knew I wasn’t going to catch up and had to listen to my body.

I wanted to throw my (empty) water bottle, I wanted to cry, I wanted to stomp my foot (not so easy while you’re shuffling along). After finally being pain-free while running my bloodsugars decided to take their turn. It happens. Bad runs happen. A lot. For some more than others.

I met one of the coaches at the end of the loop and she was nothing but supportive but I definitely threw myself a pity party getting there. Luckily I was able to shake it off as we left the park and I really understood how much it’s going to take outside of the runs to make this work.