They’re good numbers— trust me.
So the problem with you guys messing with my head and getting me thinking about my elite status is that on JUST day one, it was not elite-like at all.
I was back on schedule this morning and managed to get a full hour of ZB before starting my run. Because of this, when I started at a BG of 94, I thought I didn’t need any carbs up front. I’m not sure why I thought that. In addition to that poor choice, now that I’m an elite diabetic, I then decided not to pay any attention to the handful of symptoms of a low I was experiencing just 3/4 of a mile in—- because elite diabetics don’t go low. You guys need to be careful with your easy compliments. You have no idea what they can do to a simple mind. ANYWAY, I had already decided before starting that I didn’t need the carbs upfront, and that I wouldn’t need anything until about a 1.5 to 2 miles in. Predetermination is silly business with diabetes, and the consequences of knowing too much too soon is that by the time I realized I really was just low, it was a little late. It didn’t destroy the run, but it put me up for about 2 miles of that hypoglycemic moonwalk running that is not my favorite. And I just kept going on like that because my mind was still sold on the fact I did not need any more carbs and just wouldn’t listen to what my body was saying. I was also being pretty ridiculous with my priorities, as long as I’m listing all of my mistakes, and was suddenly prudish about having any caffeine— which happened to be what was in the only GU on my treadmill. Like I’m afraid of caffeine. I’m rambling. My point is that I didn’t do any kind of preemptive strike today with the carbs, and then refused to believe my symptoms, and THEN put off treatment with the only option I had because of a silly standard that was just implemented two days ago. How’s that l33t honor looking now?
The rest of the run was just kind of comically bad but not because the run was bad. I managed to reach a glucose liquid shot on the shelf behind the treadmill and decided I’d have that instead of having more caffeine, then opened it and spilled half of it on myself and treadmill. Stuff like that. That’s how it pretty much went for 4.5 miles, but the run still wasn’t bad. Just everything else was.
There was still good stuff today, and I figured I’d share it. It was a new idea for me. I’ve heard people talking about mood stuff that goes with the highs and lows, and I’m somewhat aware of it, but I’ve never given it too much thought. I realized again today, as I tried to work my way through the low, that I really am hypersensitive to sensory stimuli when I’m crashing. And on the treadmill (maybe a harder crash?), I can be acutely so. I always thought whatever mood stuff people were talking about was a true reflection of mood, but I thought today that maybe it’s not. Maybe my brain, which has had to pull back whatever resources its got to stop me from dying, just has little bandwidth to filter life as it tries to get in. So for just those couple of minutes, and hopefully not longer, I just can’t be nice. My brain is doing whatever it can to keep us going. It’s not a mood dip at all but a survival tactic.
Isn’t that deep? Aren’t you glad I shared? I know how badly you’d like me to finish writing about my run so you can go ponder the greater meaning of it all…You’re welcome.
RPE was about a 5, but only during the moonwalking, and was less than that when my blood sugar recovered. Started at a 94 and finished at 130… so great that I spilled half my drink… and did another 1.5 unit bolus with about 1/2 mile left so as to avoid a big rebound. Disaster averted, I’ve been at about a 100 since.
On a positive note (and, really, it was all positive), I will say that this last couple of weeks has done wonders for my relationship with time during my runs. I won’t explain because I’d be here all night, but it’s the constant change between thinking of a certain amount of time as good or not as good that has helped me stop worrying about the time at all. I had less than 10 minutes left today before I found my feet, and it felt like no time had passed at all and not enough time was left. I was tempted to run longer, but I wrapped my head around this thought: I had 40 minutes today that went a little to my mileage, a little to my disease, and a lot to my understanding and outlook. And I turned my machine off and was happy.
I’ll get back to just talking about the running, but it’s kind of been a big couple of days around here and was just letting myself think aloud about it.
You are cracking me up tonight as I ignore my random number generator friend and just test every seven minutes for eight hours. I had your advice right, right??
Oh, that’s great.
And you laugh, but I swear you’ll get to know your CGM like you never have before. It’s like intensive marriage counseling… if marriage counseling really helped you understand your husband’s behavior any more than you did before paying a lot for it.
I think my discovery will be that I need to go off-grid Diabetes Style. Dexcom throws so much fake news at me that it makes me think I’m at the edge of the cliff when literally nothing has happened. I’m going back to my instincts and old routines to see where that gets me. I’m switching sensors tomorrow to one from my newest batch to see if that helps.
(Sorry for the thread hijack!)
I don’t believe in those.
I’m very interested in this. This was a regular thing with Medtronic… but almost always with false lows. (Wait until you have a pump that actually suspends its delivery off of this, or calculated your “basal” with it— it’ll make you want to commit hairy scary. ) Anyway, I was hoping it was a thing of the past with the move to Dexcom, but it looks like not quite… Do you want to hear the most interesting thing though?? Twice in the last 2 days, both my Dexcom AND my Libre have all of a sudden taken off like I was on a fast rise, but my finger stick showed nothing of concern. The second time, they both plummeted— a phantom plummet that had nothing to do with my actual BG.
I think they’re all random number generators… That’s my point. Maybe even my beloved … Relion…
I was ready to chuck everything out my non-opening office window today when I started comparing Dex to Freestyle to Contour (which I left work to go buy). I thought, “How in the heck is Nicky doing IM shots and running like her hip doesn’t hurt and I’ve become crazy finger stick chart lady??!! How did this happen??!!”
- You started at a BG of 94.
- You finished. You did not quit. You finished your run.
- You took insulin while running, with a 1/2 mile left.
Don’t doubt this for a second, cupcake.
This is really important. Don’t decide before you have to. You have more information if you wait until you need to make the decision before making it. You have many more minutes to see things and more data points to look at.
Do you decide if you are going to run the traffic light or stop when you are 15 minutes away from the traffic light? Silly, right? Same thing with carbs and insulin.
That’s the essence of it all. You finished better than when you started, both mentally and physically. All things considered, this was a great day.
You can learn to trust your instincts on all of this, but you just need to sharpen them a bit. It takes time to get it all figured out. Just like the running takes time. If it was easy, everyone would do it.
I told you Wednesday would be a good day for you. Tomorrow, at the end of the day, take a look at your thread today and think about how you can change this in the future. Wait until Wednesday evening, and see how this all changes next time.
I thought there was a run today… and that this would reveal itself during the run… but there’s no run. So… huh?? I’m supposed to know at the end of the day? Is there something I’m supposed to be doing during the day to make this happen?
My mom and I made it through the night. Sleep was scarce, but my mom is good. Taking her to the doctor today, but it looks like it might be opioid withdrawal and not a true cardiac concern. I know I’m “hijackjng” my own thread, but I’m okay with this, too. I hate opioids, and I almost hate how medicine is handled in this country. My mom has always been an athlete and has always taken excellent care of herself. She had a large heart attack a couple of years ago and has just been a victim of circumstance since then. She’s had two hip replacements, a brain tumor, an eyeball laceration (airborne pool toy), a case of sudden and acute diverticulitis, has had complete pelvic, uterine, and rectal prolapse, a random attack of Global Transient Amnesia (terrifying), and, as a result of a neighborhood car bomb (true story), fell down the stairs and severely damaged her collarbone and shoulder. This woman used to be terrified of getting the flu shot, but she’s taken it all In stride and has just kept a really healthy attitude about everything. She hates the painkillers but has needed them throughout periods of this. And I guess it turns out that even if you take a quarter of a pill, which is what she has done throughout as much of this as possible to avoid addiction and other long term consequences, it can be dangerous. I’m writing all of this because these drugs are dangerous, and I’ve watched my mom try to navigate them and have seen how difficult it can be even for her as a previously very healthy woman who is also mentally and emotionally healthy and aware of the pitfalls. She cut out the quarter pill two weeks ago (quarter pill a day- 1/16th of the daily dose her doctor was recommending), and her blood pressure has climbed steadily to a 210/120. JUST for perspective, she walked 5 miles two days ago— so she continues to shoot for that “healthy” status, and I know she’s gonna get it.
Anyway. Back to my tiny, very manageable diabetes.
I’ve gotta get kids up and off to school, and I’ve got a Wednesday riddle to solve, so I’ll be off. Just happy to have my mom here this morning nagging me about me blood sugar.
Wow. Props to your mom. I hope she feels and gets better as quickly as possible. She deserves relief.
Good luck with the Eric riddle. This one feels mystical.
Wow Nicky, your mom is dealing with a lot, and so are you right now. Prayers for both of you guys and hang tough.
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.
I have been thinking about this all day… trying to figure out what you could mean…
… and then it came to me. Literally…
Next time I’m not gonna guess. I’m gonna test.
It’s the most beautiful… even though it’s pink… bracelet I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t wait to try it. You are the coolest friend I’ve ever had.
Do I have it on upside down?
Hey, that is downright sexy!
It had to be pink, so it would irritate you.
Get a small retractable key-chain to put your lance on. Or just put it under the other sweatband or whatever. I will leave that up to you to figure out how you want to do that.
You have it on the right way!
I’m impressed. I’m not even gonna make fun of that in a loving way bc I know it means that @Eric won’t even acknowledge my jokes, regardless of how clever (I think) they are.
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.
Warm up— kept it at 10:00 min/mile
1/2 @ 8.2–
1/2 @ 6.0 Dexcom 130 Fingerstick 128 Libre 99
1/2 @ 8.2- Dexcom. 150 Libre 109
1/2 @ 6.0 Dexcom 164 Fingerstick 128 Libre 113
1/2 @ 8.2– Dexcom 173. Libre 140
1/2 @ 6.0 Dexcom 174 Fingerstick 112
1/2 @ 8.2–. Dexcom 165 Libre 159
1/2 @ 6.0 Dexcom 165 Fingerstick 123 Libre 148
1/2 @ 8.2–
1/2 @ 6.0 Dexcom 152 Fingerstick 121 Libre 136
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.
So neat. Thank you for the wonderful gift.
Did I miss anything about the run??
That’s good work. And I know you can do more. I am not trying to wreck you. Every once-in-a-while, you can get an 8 for a workout. But in general, 7.5 is high enough.
Let’s save the 8’s and 9’s for race day.
Awesome that you can see all of this, as an Elite now. I think this makes it all so much easier.
You are welcome. I am very happy for you. This is all great to see.
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.
You are doing the right stuff.