From Abby: That Time I Ran a 5k-ish.
Abby tackled her first 5K last week, and she's proud. As well she should be! Today, she's posting about how she doesn't love to run, but she refuses to let diabetes keep her from sitting on the sidelines.
Ok, I ran most of a 5k. And, admittedly, it was 3.66 miles so that's like 6k?
Yeah! I ran/walked a 6k!
I hate running. I've been running since July-ish, and I started with a couch to 5k program which was really great. And by 'great,' I mean I didn't die from running all summer, so that's good. I did quit around week six because I was struggling with getting past the 2 mile mark, so I decided to just "take it from there." (If you ever do a c25k program, I highly discourage this.)
As far as diabetes went during this process, I just took it one day at a time. I tried different things with my basals - how much reduction, and how far before I ran. I also played with food and realized I CANNOT run in the evening without eating dinner first without reaching the 35 mg/dL mark rather quickly. I also found out that running during the day is way better on my blood sugar, but I can do that only on weekends ... and let's be real - I don't like to run early in the day on weekends.
A week before the race, my running buddy (who is also my best friend and stuck with me during the "wait, I need to stop, I'm 54 mg/dL" run breaks all summer) and I decided to go for a really long run, in the rain, on a Saturday morning. You know, to practice for the real thing. It felt great, my blood sugar was hovering between 110-125 mg/dL the entire time (no, I'm not kidding, it was a miracle) and we went the distance that our actual race would be. Long story short - my ankle got a little weird that day. And by a little weird I mean as I'm writing this I'm pretty convinced it's a stress fracture but I haven't seen my own doctor about it yet.
So I took the week before the race off to rest my ankle. And on race day was really worried about how my body would deal with this 3.66 mile WICKED HILLY course on a week of rest. I ate a bagel on the way there, drank a bunch of water, and when we arrived about an hour early I was 215 mg/dL. I left it alone, because Dex had decided to play the ??? game with me that morning and I had no idea where I was headed. Instead we walked to the course, registered and by the time we got back to our car to get ready I was 132 mg/dL. I ate three Glucolifts, and put my basal at 60% for an hour, with the race starting 20 minutes later.
And guess what? I ended the race at 83 mg/dL and a big fat "Sensor Fail" on my Dexcom.
Take that technology. I don't always need you. (But please come back - you make me much less nervous.)
Moral of the story is that this journey I went on in July to run a 5k is completed... sort of. Due to ankle issues and not running in a week and my general lack of a running body I had to walk up the hills but I ran the rest of it. My goal was to finish in the allotted time which was 50 minutes. I crossed the finish line at 45 minutes, and it took us about two minutes to get out of the gate.
And diabetes didn't stop me.
Abby The Runner - 1
Diabetes - 0
(Now I'm taking some time off of running, and starting a month long yoga class. Which I'm hoping to hate a lot less than running. And I'm hoping my body will hate it less too. I'm also under the impression I will look like a movie star in four weeks because they all do yoga, right?)
Have you ever challenged yourself to go a bit farther and try something outside of your exercise comfort zone? What's on your fitness "to do" list?