Thank you, @Eric and @T1Allison, but she’s really okay. She’s feeling good and is off taking care of her business. She was scared last night, and I really dislike seeing her scared. Today’s she’s back on top of her nagging game, and I’ll really enjoy it for about another hour— at which point the charm of it and my gratitude for it is going to begin tapering.
Oh, and Allison, you made me laugh out loud last night with your bit about the crazy finger sticking chart lady. I really wanted to respond, but my mom just had that look like I would never hear the end of it if I did. My giggling already was a little inappropriate for the situation. Come to think of it, probably so was my checking FUD in the first place.
I also have found things have slowed down… Everything used to feel like an emergency, like it was sprung on me, but that’s not the case as often. You made me think this with what you said there. I don’t need to make a snap decision because I’m able to see things coming easier and have better tools to deal with whatever it is. I guess being afraid of the effect of unnecessary carbs was what I was doing at my last stage… Now I just have to take care of whatever it is and trust I made the best decision I could at the time and… I’m talking in circles here but not in my head. It makes sense in my head.
I think this is about right. I’m learning so frickin much.
There really have been a number of great days. I like it when things get settled and am appreciating every moment of this. Thank you for it all.
Just saw it was supposed to be 5.5 miles… I did 6. Honest mistake though— forgot to double up on the last recovery as the cool down, too. Anyway…
I had a great run today, and I’ll tell you up front I had another 2 800s in me… I think. The last lap was starting to feel a little hard but really not much. I think the first 4.5/5 repeats were probably at a RPE of 7. That last bit pushed an 8– maybe. All in all though, I just felt strong.
Blood sugar stuff… I volunteered this morning so I cut off my basal a little earlier than I have been. I decided I’d rather cut it 20 minutes early and get a few extra carbs if need be than to cut it too late and maybe dip after the start of the run. It turned out to be a great call. I had a matching pair of 106s according to my finger stick and Dexcom… and today I was wearing my new bracelet. This bracelet is my new favorite gadget. It was great, and I really enjoyed watching my numbers throughout the run. I’ve been an exercising diabetic for 15 years, and I’ve never seen my numbers throughout a session. I’ve seen them before and afterwards, and I’ve occasionally caught one in the middle, but today I tested at regular intervals, and it was intriguing. It also gave me great insight into the Dexcom values… which fell in line with what I suspected was going on but have never been able to confirm.
Because of that rise at around 4.3 miles (finger stick went from a 112 to a 123, and knowing I had just done a 20 gram of carb GU, I decided to add .5 units of insulin because of the trend, the recent carbs, and because I knew I was now sitting on a long suspend. I guessed at the 1/2 unit, but I was hoping it would give me a tiny bit of insulin without being so much I’d crash. At about 5.2 miles, I did another bolus of 1.5 units. My blood sugar has been fantastic since I got off the treadmill (and after a mix of skittles, insulin, and dancing). And my mood is quite fantastic, too.
The meter bracelet is awesome. I absolutely love it. Getting the first test strip in was tricky, and it made me laugh. Each got easier after that, but as I got a little more tired, I found I had to really get a good squeeze of blood so I could help my aim a little— which was not easy with all that bouncing. I think the 5th strip produced an error, but that’s okay. Dropped the 6th.
What’s interesting to me is you thought I already understood this. This is new information to me. I’ve always let myself exercise as hard as I’ve wanted— and, often, it has turned out that the harder I’ve worked, the more I’ve enjoyed it, and the more I’ve enjoyed it, the harder I’ve wanted to work. It’s how I’ve had heart rates the way I have— because I work harder for a lot of reasons, but two of them are because I do when I’m enjoying myself and because I just do… naturally… push myself. I’ve managed to confuse myself and bore myself to tears with this explanation about my own exercise habits, but what I’m trying to say is I assumed an 8 or 9 was just evidence of a good workout. Wow. I could’ve said that in the first sentence. But you’re saying an 8 or 9 doesn’t have to be the standard… and this is going to take some processing.
And thank you, by the way, for pretending that you didn’t see that. Because not only did I invert the justification, but I then high-fived myself for getting it right (which actually means I got it all 100% wrong) by labeling it a great (not just good) call. I’d be embarrassed except my brain tells me this is just proof of my elite status— and maybe that I’ve aready reached the most sought after elitest of all— even more eliter than all the rest category that can only be achieved when even dead wrong thinking ends up right. Because there’s no luck there. Just great calls.
I’m going to take the entire incident, starting with that explanation up there, and put it in the “burn” pile in my brain— and just be done with it.
I mentioned some stuff about RPE waaaaay back in the beginning. But that’s okay. Moving forward, just know that workouts should top out at 7.5 or so.
When you are in a race, you will be pushing yourself much more than you are in a workout. You just can’t do a “race effort” all of the time in a workout. You will burn out.
This is where you need to be. Where instinct takes over and you do what is right. That is what happens. Put all the pre-determined calculations and formulas away and read your present situation and do what is right.
I can’t even tell you how many times I have started to eat something before a workout and then right after taking a bite I spit it out because it didn’t feel like it was necessary.
All done. 25ish minutes— 2.5ish miles. RPE of .5… which is an exaggeration, but 2.5 isn’t. I didn’t bother doing any kind of ZB and went in at a 143. I did leave my bag at home— and my meter bracelet (cuz you said to, right??) but then decided last minute to grab a meter and do a finger stick mid-run. Should’ve just worn the bracelet. Anyway, my Dexcom did the same thing as yesterday and went from a 142 at start to a 169 a mile in, which was when my meter showed a 123. I know you don’t want to hear about my dexcom, but I love all the numbers and am enjoying seeing them take on meaning. I’m guessing this happens because the dexcom, which is averaging the last 3/4 readings, is anticipating a continued climb whereas in real life, I’ve taken a sharp turn downward… so it bounces too high while I drop fast— looking like a 50 point difference. Maybe??
I could do this all night.
Anyway, I have no idea if that’s what’s happening, but it’s fun to mull over during the run. I had a 20g Clif shot thing about a mile in and finished my run at a 92.
So I know I left my bag at home… good thing I had all those supplies sitting on my treadmill. Better stick with don’t leave home without it thinking for now.
No, of course there was food. No carbs just before starting though and no basal cut. You said casual… so I was going all the way with casual. I was also running around doing chores before starting… up and down the stairs for laundry and whatnot. I also didn’t run until 5, and that’s the time of day I can see some crazy crashes, so I know … how we doing?? On the explanation??