On Saturday Team For Kids had an open house – including a fun run. I think I need a headband / arm band / t-shirt saying “I’m Diabetic” … it would save me a lot of time. Growing up in a small town where you knew most of your peers since pre-school, I forget that it’s not branded on my forehead for everyone to automatically know.
My approach : my body / my feelings / my disease/ my decisions / my responsibility. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t learn from others and it’s basic courtesy regarding liability for me to inform all of the coaches … plus it’s for my safety. Not to mention it’s a pretty large part of why I’m doing this! My body & I have had some battles and we’re about to go up against a whole bunch more – training for this marathon (just as important as the marathon itself ) is for my body & mind to prove to each other that it can be done. Diabetes is just along for the ride.
That said, while I made a stupid move and ran my blood sugars high (I couldn’t go low on the first run – how lame would that be!) …it wasn’t the diabetes that dropped me to the last one to finish, it was my stupid hip. .::Sigh::. But moving my way to the back had me getting to know all three coaches. And now I’m even more psyched for training runs.
I ended up running in Central Park (score – a new route!), walking back through it from NYRR office to my apartment and then going back to meet a friend. Triple CP in one day.
That night I limped my way out to a girls night which took a slight detour to a girls slumber party in Hoboken when a friend had an allergic reaction.
That would mark my first stay in New Jersey. Sunday morning we laid out at the park (um Hoboken Park? I have no clue what it’s called) it was pretty looking into NYC and I saw lots of runners around the quad.
When I finally reached home (not to self: always carry extra needles & both insulins) I discovered I didn’t have my keys. After meeting the roomie in the East Village to grab hers I finally got back to the apartment at 6pm (and found my keys on my bookshelf…).
Headed to Target I decided to walk the trip … along the East River. Definitely got my share of vitamin D and water views this weekend. Being Mother’s Day & summer weather, everyone was out to play and there were a ton of BBQs & block parties that had me smiling.
As I made my way back from Target I realized it was already 7:45pm how did that happen?! I had one last workout due on my GymPact . My gym closes at 9pm – both locations. And I still had both set of keys. I quickly changed and booked it to the gym by 8:20 – perfect timing to get my 30 min in. The roomie made it back to the apartment at the 20m mark, so I had to hop off the elliptical to let her in. Instead of running back into the gym 10 min before they closed I decided to finish out the pact by running (jogging) a few blocks around the gym. Totally counts!
Moral of the story: sometimes those #short&sweaty workouts that you cram in between things are the best ones. Especially when you don’t have time to debate it and you go off pure adrenaline rush.