From Abby: Robot Runner.
Abby is the runner of this team, mostly because I just despise running. (I'll go hiking for hours, or walking, or shopping [shopping is a sport, no?] ... but running? Not for me.) Today she's talking about being part cheetah, part robot while exercising.
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Sometimes I feel like a robot. Okay, all the time I feel like a robot, but sometimes more than others. Sometimes I'm pretty sure people are on the verge of stopping to ask if I need help, mostly in part because of all my robot things. I don't exactly pack light.
For example, when I go running outside by myself, I am carrying a ton of stuff. I live in a very populated area. Nothing bad has ever happened during a run (knock on virtual wood). I have had lows, but I've always been prepared for them, because I always take way more crap than I need with me. It's probably the nurse in me. Or growing up with a nurse for a mother. Or I'm well on my way to Mary Poppins Mom Purse status. [Note from Kerri: It happens to the best of us.] Whatever the reason, I bring the following things with me while running by myself:
- Glucose Gel
- Glucose Tabs
And this is why I have achieved robot runner status. I hold my keys and iPod in my hands. In my tallygear is my pump and Dexcom. Around my ankle is an iPod case with glucose tabs and gel in it (this is my newest idea and it's great, until you get home and it's soaked with sweat and your ankles are swollen and that thing is practically glued to your skin).
But the point is, I make it home safely. I'm prepared for lows or highs. I plan for the weird circumstances, like when I decide to stick to a route that's closer to home because I don't want to bring my phone. (Droids are great phones but freeking ginormous). Regardless of the route, get some good exercise and head clearing time.
So robot I will be, because the alternative is dangerous. And unlike Simba, I do not laugh in the face of danger. I run away. With my robot parts flapping in the wind.
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This is one of the things that makes outside exercise challenging for me, because I wish I was part kangaroo and could just shove stuff in my (icky?) pouch. Melissa, who let me share her tricks here, travels smart but light. Abby travels mostly-robot. How do you manage your diabetes crap while on the move?