The nausea continued well after the marathon.
I think I did pretty good managing my blood sugars throughout that five plus hours of running given what I was dealing with. As soon as I finished and was able to think relatively straight I turned my temp basals up to 150% for 4 hours.
Unfortunately I couldn't eat a damn thing for the entire rest of the day. I drank some fluids but food was out of the question. Even when I returned home a few hours later it took me almost half an hour just to drink 1 cup of chocolate milk. I wrote off the rest of the day and vowed to attack recovery the next morning. I don't remember falling asleep because I was out before I even laid down that night.
The day after was tough. I felt dizzy and out of it. There was a fog over my brain that left me mostly unable to focus or concentrate. I went to work in the afternoon. Monday was the worst of the aches and pains but I was pleasantly surprised just how much it didn't hurt. I attribute that to the fact that it took me so BLOODY long to finish the race. My ribs hurt from breathing so heavily for so long and my neck/shoulders were on FIRE. However, there was no going backwards down stairs (luckily I live in a bungalow!). Really, I was just moving slower than usual. And procrastinating getting out of my chair at work. If only my chair doubled as a toilet then I wouldn't even have to get up to pee! What can I say? I think lowering myself onto toilets was the most painful part of the day! Oh and co-workers, hey, you want to talk to me, come over here, I'm not moving!
Finally by Monday evening, I had an appetite!
An appetite that couldn't be filled mind you. Due to the insane crazy high blood sugars that were constantly plaguing my body. WHAT. THE. FUCK. ? I never got those few hours of blood sugars that allowed me to eat freely like I always do after long runs. Totally unfair. I still don't know why I was running so high :(. This is something that is causing me GREAT amounts of stress the past month. INSANE amounts of stress. I have been struggling, there is no denying that. I am so sick of not being able to afford sensors 24/7 because my CGM has proved to be the only thing that has ever helped me bring my A1C down.
I'm digressing and ranting and complaining.
I still feel kind of cheated in a way because of what happened. I trained hard for MANY months for one single day. Yet that single day was totally thwarted when I had two failed infusion sites the day before the race. ALL that work and diabetes fucking screwed it all up. I wasn't expecting a sub 3-hour marathon or anything, don't get me wrong. I was just expecting better than what I did. It's pretty obvious that I'm a stubborn ol' snatch. I'm used to it. I know I won't be able to really appreciate the fact that I ran a marathon until I get a chance to redeem myself.
So it took a couple days post race for things to fall back into place. Mentally, emotionally and physically. That finish line changed me as I knew it would. In many ways. I achieved that which I thought I would NEVER achieve and a large portion of me IS proud. It has brought me to a whole new world of distance running and I know there are many more marathons in my future.
I am already in the process of planning my next race. I am definitely going to run more marathons if for no other reason than to prove to myself that I can do better. Maybe next time diabetes will mind it's own business.