Was that for the skittles!! Great recovery though! considering you were running at the time!! And landed exactly where you’d want to be with a BG of 84!!
What was your thought here when you took the Huma at 2.5 miles? Was the drop too fast for you?
Are you still bringing Primes to your treadmill?
Since Primes are faster, they would allow you to let it drop a bit more before you need to treat.
Good question. I honestly can’t remember why I did but have a guess. I think that 204 was from a coffee spike that happened because I was crashing a little earlier and thought I could get in a coffee and not spike…Because I usually don’t do carbs so high… so that makes me think I had probably gone even higher and already seen it turn. So when I realized that was it for the spike, I became afraid of a really fast drop, and I didn’t want that to happen during a run like this. It would blow the whole thing.
And I’m out of Primes, so not really.
There is a fix for that…
Take what you need, depending on the circumstances. Huma’s are great for general use. But if you are in a ditch or headed that way, a Prime or 2 will pull you out of it, no matter how bad you are.
Okay, @Eric. I know you’re on vacay… which means you better not respond.
Thursday, July 11:
1.25 mi warm up
2 sets of 1 Mile @ 7.7 (7:47 pace) then jog 1:30.
1.25 mi cool down
(4.8 mi total)
-Approx 20 minutes ZB
-No coffee within about an hour of starting
-pretty fast crash about 20 min before starting so had a lot of skittles and a yogurt (so not exactly organized but more organized than everything else this week.
Starting BG: 82
*banana at start
Mi 1: 102
Mi 2.35: 101
Mi 3.7: 106
Mi 4.6: 89
Mi 5: 100
This felt wonderful. I had a head full of good things today thanks to Eric’s recent post. I tried out some new thinking and instead of focusing on my numbers, which I usually do, I tried telling myself the numbers didn’t matter. They couldn’t matter if I wasn’t going to stop until it was done. I always work within the numbers. They define me and they define my progress. I’ve learned to live with that. But it means I’m always aware of how far I’ve come and even more aware of how far there is to go. I cope with that burdensome thinking by talking myself through every lap, every minute, every rep… I like to think of myself as mentally tough, but this can mean I’m talking myself through it from lap one.
Today I tried to let it go. Told myself there was no sense in thinking about it because I wasn’t going to stop until my timer went off. Freed my mind. Doing so meant I had nothing to think about except my kids and my dad and a little about life…I listened to the music and let confidence drive it all. Coincidentally—though probably not— I forgot about my blood sugar… and twice even forgot to test. I’m usually counting down the laps until I get to test again, already drawing blood as I near the next mile marker… But I was a free range chicken today. When I remembered that I had forgotten, I tested and found things were fine. Couldn’t help but smile. There was a lot of freedom in today’s run—yet another gift from my dear, crazy friend.
Taking Friday and Saturday off to hang out in the hospital. Everything’s fine, they just know a hypochondriac sucker when they see one and have lined up some expensive tests to make worth everyone’s while.
Monday. I’m back on schedule, and tomorrow maybe a nice walk.
I’ll send a lot of positive energy your way, @Nickyghaleb, along with good thoughts and prayers, that all tests will turn out in your favor, you’ll being given answers to any problems, with easy, fixable solutions!
Good luck with everything, @Nickyghaleb!
@Tapestry said it better than I could. Hope everything works out great for you.
thoughts and prayers are with you. dont give the staff too hard a time
Sending good thoughts, energy and prayers going your way. Not fun being in the hospital over the weekend, but we are all pulling for you!!
Actually just slightly less fun than being in my house over the weekend…
Thank you, @Tapestry, @T1john, @daisymae, @T1Allison, and @Trying. You guys made my night with your warm thoughts. And daisymae, I was a complete welcome mat with the hospital staff so they had no problems with me… until my mom walked in. Then they didn’t like me. But mom was just showing me how to take care of business and quit being a wimp. That lady is pretty hardcore and a complete inspiration.
Okay. I was back up and at it today but with pretty mixed results. I got most of it done though, so there’s that. And didn’t end up back in the ER which was also a victory.
The run was a 1.5 mile warm up, 32 minutes at 7.5 (8 min miles), and a 1.5 mile cool down for a total of 7 miles. I won’t bother with the hospital details, but I’ll say Friday was not a diabetes thing… but was something else crazy and scary enough that I’ve been careful since getting out. Wasn’t sure I could do today’s run but really wanted to, so that’s probably how I came to be doing most of it—but then stopping abruptly when I started feeling bad.
No ZB today because I wasn’t sure when I was going to start. And I had a coffee… because I didn’t think I could do this workout, on this particular day, without it. I figured the lack of ZB might offset the coffee rise if I got started right away—and that seemed to be the way it went.
Starting BG: 113
Mi 1: 115
Mi 2: 102
Mi 3: 99
Mi 4: 121
*Huma (not feeling too hot and wanted the caffeine)
Mi 5: 136… Had to stop the treadmill
*8 min break (lots of stuff going on that felt wrong)
…Then feeling better so
Mi 5.1: 115…really slow jog
(G6 showing a 155 two arrows up so did a .2 unit bolus because I was anticipating a rise—but then retested and came up with 114)
Mi 6: 82 (because I bolused unnecessarily)
Mi 6.5: 77
And blah. Really severe blah. I was glad I got back on and jogged for a bit only because I didn’t want to end it at that 8 min pace, but it just never felt okay. I was working hard from the first mile, and tried as I might to not think numbers, they wouldn’t leave me alone. Lots of hard physical stuff this weekend and lots of meds, and I think my body was just a little beaten up.
So I don’t want to miss tomorrow, but maybe I can do it at a slightly slower pace? And then if I feel better than expected, I could always pick it up?
its my husband who ends up making the most sense and gives the best guidance. my mother is just annoying and good at stealing the attention.
glad our warm thoughts were of some help!!! here at FUD is the place to get it. never fails
Whoa, @Nickyghaleb, you are amazing Great run despite the tough weekend in the hospital! I hope you’ll feel better tomorrow, and yes, do what you can tomorrow. You might have some unexpected energy from all of us sending good thoughts your way!
Interesting. I’ll have to spend some time thinking about the greater meaning in there. Or try not to think about it at all.
5.3 mile run @ 6.4 treadmill pace today. Yesterdays’s run was borderline very crappy, so I had low expectations for today’s… and was more or less pleased.
No ZB today. Didn’t know when I was going to run I was “on call” for driving people here and there. Was dropping fast around the time I realized I could get in a run, so…yogurt and coffee before starting.
Starting BG: 165
Mi 1: 166
Mi 2: 150
Mi 3: 122
*4 candy corns (long story)
Mi 4: 91
Mi 5: 57 (felt like I was running in a swamp…in space)
*7 candy corns (approx 10g carbs)
Mi 5.3: 49
Walked like a tenth… and then just sat down. Second day in a row with this ending.
So more or less pleased.
RPE was like 5 for almost the entire thing and then went crazy once I had that fast drop. Sloppy. Spacewalky. And crampy. It turns out candy corn, @Eric, is not a great carb source during a run. I don’t know where you come up with this crazy stuff.
I recall 3 things I recommended. Prime, Huma, and Transcend…
I know you are just messing with me.
Glad you could run today.
My husband gets so frustrated when I say things out loud that I don’t mean just so that I can hear how crazy they sound in order to let it go…apparently that’s not a normal thing that people do.
So it makes sense that it seems like @Nickyghaleb uses a similar tactic sometimes…