With Kid In Tow.
My numbers run best when I'm in some kind of groove (most often found in the heart), even if my schedule isn't exactly predictable. The groove applies to exercise as well, so even when I'm traveling, I have to find time to run around a little bit, be it at the hotel gym (with my favorite diabetes conference #sweatabetes partner, Scott), or getting out and exploring wherever I happen to be. My diabetes nonsense seems to align more smoothly when I'm exercising regularly.
Trouble is, when I'm in the normal ebb and flow of Stuff At Home, the gym is my main source of exercise. (Or working out with the ellipmachine at home, but Birdy goes to bed so late now that by the time she's asleep, I'm close to snooze myself.) For days when Chris is under deadline and busy all day long, getting to the gym can be tricky. So I've been exploring ways of exercising with Birdy in tow.
This is our new adventure: pulling my little Bird behind me as I tackle the local bicycle trails. We picked up an InStep trailer (not cheap) and gave it a go for the first time yesterday. It was some added weight (Birdy weighs just a hair under 25 lbs and the trailer itself is about 30 pounds), but on the reasonably flat Rhode Island landscape, the extra baggage wasn't too much to manage.
And holy crap, was it fun to listen to her talk about the landscape as it whizzed by. "Oh, trees! I saw a tree, Mama! And a rock! Two rocks! Three rocks! One more three rocks!"
"You mean four rocks, Birdy?"
"Yes, four! Now fives!"
When I started the ride, I was at 168 mg/dL, which was high enough for me to feel comfortable exercising, but not so high that I felt like I was wearing lead boots. Birdy sat in the trailer with my backpack, with the Dexcom receiver sitting in the front zipper pocket.
"Mama? Your Dexcom has beeps!"
"Yeah. Like this: Beeeeeep!"
"It's okay. It might beep a little bit." My high alarm is set at 160, so I knew it was beeping because I was cresting around that number.
About 30 minutes into our ride (her "ride," my "pull"), I stopped to check my blood sugar - 115 mg/dL.
"This so fun, you know," Birdy said, nodding as I took a swig of Gatorade.
And she was right - it was so fun. I liked being able to fit in some proper activity without having to find baby-sitter, and I really liked having my daughter along for the ride. Eventually, once she's big enough to ride her own bike, we'll tackle the trails together. But for now, I'll carry her safely, listening to her exclaim happily from her trailer, "I see peoples, Mama! More peoples on bicycles with their helmets!! For safety!!!"