We found a weekend that we were both free. He mapped out a route and I booked a camp site. Friday night we arrived from our perspective homes of Boston and Hamilton with tents and bikes in tow. I told Jeff we need to find somewhere half way between the two of us but he picked a place that was a 6 hour drive for him and only a 2.5 hour drive for me. Not exactly mid-way but the location was incredible. We collaborated forces even more by contacting another T1D cycling freak - Andy who I know through Connected in Motion and lives in Ithaca. Our route was to simply ride AROUND Cayuga Lake in New York State and the town of Ithaca is at the bottom of the lake. It worked out really well.
It took me forever to get there Friday night as I got stuck in crazy traffic from all the rain and also detouring around to another border crossing that had a shorter wait time than the one I normally take. I then had an adventure in Target and Walmart just trying to find some basic groceries. Since I didn't want to get in trouble for bringing super dangerous broccoli over the border to where most of them probably came from *sigh border control*. I learned that "The People of Walmart" is no joke and in fact is a real existing phenomenon of weirdness that you just don't see in Canada. I spied a few for my own (aching) eyes. It was a frustrating visit because all I wanted was some fresh fruits and vegetables and I was in a land of unknown while running out of time. I had high beeges because of this stress.
After giving Jeff a lesson on how to use his brand spankin' new camp stove, we quickly put it to good use as he made this thing called "dinner" and I made coffee. A delicious camp-made Americano with the awesome Kicking Horse Kick-Ass coffee I got from Jocelyn as a thanks for sending her like 10 years worth of pen needles. (she sure knows the way to my heart!) Not long after that the skies opened up and we got slammed with torrential downpour. We then retired to our tents to dream of blue skies while being serrenaded with rain drops on nylon.
Coffee brewing on the camp stove
|The picnic table before the jersey stuffing began|
Testing the beeg outside the ice cream shop. Note the smile, this was before the meter screamed back with a terribly unruly number. Which prompted Jeff to test again with a disappointing yet similar number.
We were absolutely flying down this hill having a great time. Thankfully there was very little traffic early in the morning and I was able to get this picture. You can really tell the speed by the lack of spokes.
Just outside of Ithaca
Incredible coffee shop
Thanks for the pic Jeff!
Other than the one low during the first couple hours I maintained a perfect average BG that I was proud of. I didn't eat enough but I drank 6 bottles of water, the iced coffee, a muscle milk and a can of diet pop. All in all the ride was FANTASTIC! The views were incredible and the weather was perfect. The friends were pretty rad too. There was a good amount of climbing and subsequent descending. I felt far more tired than usual and lagged behind the boys quite a bit. My lady visitor arrived (unexpectedly) the next morning which hopefully explained the more than usual exhaustion and fatigue during the ride. Although we were going out for pleasure and fun and were not going to kill ourselves I still struggled more than I thought I should have.
Lenny the Lion from Medtronic rode the whole way with me
Thanks for the pic Andy!
We said goodbye to Andy as he continued on his way home and we got suited up for a dip in the lake to ease our tired muscles. Followed by a roaring campfire while we replenished some calories stuffing our faces with gluten free pasta and pesto. Not long after that Jeff pulled out the s'mores ingredients complete with gluten free graham crackers just for me! Ooey gooey deliciousness was consumed by the both of us. It was quite the treat after a long day of riding. I limited myself to two mostly guilt-free s'mores. Have you tried them with peanut butter? You must!
Uh, Jeff... you've got marshmallow in your scruff
PB makes the world a better place (Jeff's picture)
The next morning we compared CGM graphs and laughed a little as we BOTH went a little high during the night because we bolused a bit too conservatively for our s'mores. We also both set a slightly lowered temp basal to help prevent nypos after a 5000+ calorie burn day. Turns out we erred slightly on the side of caution. We then both concurred to the recommended correction bolus our pumps were suggesting. Turned out to be a poor decision.
Breaking down the campsite was, entertaining, to say the least. I had to clear the picnic table TWICE so I could flop and recover. I had a major low, then Jeff had a low. Then I had another one followed by him having another one. Or something like that.
thanks for the pic Jeff!
Okay, this is now the second picture someone has taken of me slumped over a table while low. I will write a post about it one day, I swear, but when I get low all my muscles turn to mush and I can't even hold my head up. I can speak and be conscious and stuff but you'll have to talk to me while I'm horizontal.
We joked and laughed about how we rode our bikes 140 some-odd km with only me going low once and could barely pack our cars without going low. It took us awhile. We said our goodbyes as we both got in our cars and shoved a bottle of glucose tablets next to us. I went low about 3 more times before I got home. A testament to the awesomeness that 6 hours of riding has on diabetes.
On the drive home after crossing back into Canada. Think it's raining up ahead?
I LOVE hanging out with other T1D's. I rode behind Jeff and Andy a lot because I really just like looking at dudes behinds (or I was having a hard time keeping up with them more like it). They both had pumps and CGMs in their jerseys. I could see the outline of the Dex and tubes snaking into the pockets. Every once in awhile Andy would check his Dex and put it back. Jeff would sometimes reach around to shut off pump alarms. It was just so... normal. It was nice to say, "how are the beeges?" and offer bits of advice on whether to bolus, lower temp basal rates or eat. It was empowering and calming to see matching CGM graphs. I loved that our CGMs were alternating every 10 or so minutes between a low alarm from me and then a low alarm from Jeff. We laughed, a lot.
IT.WAS.GREAT! I have amazing friends.
Now it's just a matter of where to meet next with our bikes...