Ha! I redeem myself. After the snack debacle. Just trying to be more right for you my friend. Toss one in that emergency bag. And the car - we left one in the glove box over summer and it worked fine.
Early on in podding, EH went to a conference about a mile from his hotel and the pod broke. He had a pen and pen needles with him, but it was a PITA because no basal. I mean, he was fine…but now he carries a spare if he’s not within a few miles of home or at the hotel.
Overall, it’s easy*. And I’m excited you’re giving it a try!!!
But yes, MRI accidents. Eeep! I knew a woman years ago that worked with a giant magnet machine. She wasn’t into jewelry or piercings luckily! But she had some stories…
*Not trying to be a jerk. T1D isn’t easy. I just feel like the podding thing seemed more intense when we started but it has become easier in the year we’ve been at it. Which is nice when something isn’t so freaking hard all the time.
You do know I was joking… it was nervous, unfunny joking, which is what I do when detect conflict and my inner peacemaker gets tapped, and she appears and, without permission from the others, throws a friend under the bus in hopes of making comic light of the situation… because there are others up there in my head. They’re just weaker and quieter than the dumb one.
You know all of that…
Right?
I don’t throw “acquaintances” under the bus. Only my friends. So really you should be flattered. … and … grateful?
I DO agree with the things you say. You’re a smart lady with good ideas and good insight. And now that I’ve nailed that explanation…
I feel like I want to hear her stories… but know it’s not in my best interest. Are they terrifying?
I’m running again. I’m not sure it’s the best idea… in fact, I’m sure it’s not, but I’m doing it. I’m taking GREAT care to be mindful of my stride and posture and am backing off at the first glimmer of anything in the hip. I’d like to think this is enough to keep any real problems at bay but obviously am not betting on it.
I’m at about 3 miles a day. It’s pretty slow, but not entirely. I try to vary my pace a little for no good reason other than it satisfies something in my brain. I’m not sure where to go from here… or if I should just hang here for now. I’m still doing physical therapy and am scheduled for a gait analysis next month. And the MRI… forgot that. I’ll schedule it today maybe. Or maybe tomorrow.
Anyway, I’m starting back from scratch on all my old bad habits, and my coffee pot and the trail are calling me.
How’s the running going? Feeling good? Today was supposed to be a run day, but it snowed, so I decided it was a bad idea! So I’m pretending to be you today, while I instead lay on the couch by the fire, haha.
The running is feeling pretty good… in my lower body. It’s feeling magical in my head. I’m trying to be cautious and am ultra-aware of my cadence and all of that, but I am able to make whatever discomfort I might start to feel dissipate by picking it up again. In that fashion, I made it through 4 miles— and felt … good. You wouldn’t know it by how many times I said it went well, but I’m superstitious. Tomorrow I won’t be able to walk.
I hope pretending to be me was more fun than it was for me pretending to be Eric. I tried pretending to know a lot of stuff, but the people at the food store and around the neighborhood weren’t buying it.
So you’re in my head, Eric… which only means I’m continuing to do things the way I have always done them but now know why they’re wrong. I haven’t touched my basal rates only because I’m back to not knowing it’s time until it’s time. So… I’ve been… having …
Coffee. But anyway.
Today I went out at a 180 and returned at a 120ish. Friday I did even better and headed out at a 135 and returned at maybe a 98. I know it’s not the proper way to do it though, and tomorrow, with the kids back at school, I can pick a time and set my basal accordingly. It’s hard when you fall off of your schedule. Even the things that make the most sense can be difficult starting again. So tomorrow.
You better believe it. And my hip— it’s going okay. (Knock on wood knock on wood).
I loved seeing you at the race. I loved watching all of the runners. I want that.
So, if you think your hip will hang in there… sign up for a spring race, whatever distance sounds good, and we can be virtual training buddies! You can keep me honest when I’d rather be at home drinking wine by the fire than running in the cold. You already sound plenty motivated so I don’t know what I’d be doing in return
I’m trying to be cautious and am ultra-aware of my cadence and all of that, but I am able to make whatever discomfort I might start to feel dissipate by picking it up again. In that fashion, I made it through 4 miles— and felt … good. You wouldn’t know it by how many times I said it went well, but I’m superstitious. Tomorrow I won’t be able to walk. 
