Another day, another failed run.
Another place diabetes just doesn't belong in my life.
I set out to run an easy 8km. Temp basal set low and early. Upon start of run my BG was sitting pretty at 9.5 (171) and I had no insulin on board. The location I run at is a local recreation waterfront trail so its usually out and back for me which is where I keep running into these problems of being stuck walking. At the 4km turn-around I was shocked when my meter screamed back at me with a 3.9 (70). I ate 5 glucotabs, then 3 more. I had only 2 left in the container and my BG for the next 30 minutes hovered around 4. Great, Lovely, thanks a fucking lot diabetes. Now I have to walk back 4km to my car defeated and pissed off AGAIN! 4km can be a long walk when you're dressed and ready for running, it just feels like a snails pace. I kept thinking "I would be back at my car by now and on my way to a hot cup of tea." I did everything right, well, right by the standards of what USUALLY works for me. Not this time because as we all know, what worked yesterday and the day before, probably won't work tomorrow. Oh but the day after that, maybe, if you're lucky.