27 April 2009

Wildflower Warning

        So, I'm winding down in my preparation for my race this weekend.  Starting to do a little more packing and planning and a little less training, not that I did all that much training for this one.  I set aside 12 weeks to go hard to prepare for this race.  I had kept pretty strong in the off season and my training was starting to really take off.  I was getting faster than I ever had and more mentally prepared as well.  That is until I got sick 4 weeks in.  And I mean really sick. It started off as the flu, but was quickly followed up with my lungs getting swollen and inflamed leaving me unable to get out more than a sentence without getting lightheaded and tingly.  After walking about 10 yards, I would have to stop to catch my breath.  And it lasted about 4 weeks.  It took another week or two to be able to get through a workout without that same feeling or being stopped by tears of frustration.  With about 3 weeks left till race day I finally felt strong again but no where near where I had been.
       I did Wildflower 12 years ago.  It was my second tri.  I was hoping to beat my time.  I was hoping to finally place in the top half of my division.  Not too lofty of goals, usually somewhat out of reach for me.  Now I have to sit back and hope that all the mental training I did will carry me through the lack of real

08 April 2009

July 2010- The Plan

So here's the plan...
July 2010. Fly into Miami, grab a car and drive to Marathon, about halfway down the keys. Check Continuous Glucose Monitor to see how sitting still for 6 hours has affected my blood sugars. Adjust accordingly. Find a place to stay and get some grub at a nearby eatery. Bolus. Try to find an internet hookup to update blog, revel in the fact that most people down here are too busy living real life to worry too much about having internet connectivity in every possible location at every possible moment. Think about moving here for that very reason. Walk back to my shack. Stop in amazement at a sunset over land. A new thing for this west coaster. Get some sleep, probably the last I'll get for a while. Morning of Day 2, calibrate sensor so I get good readings on my CGMS, go meet Pagan Charm, my 27 foot Balboa that will be my home for the next 4 days, get familiar with the boat. Load the food for the trip that has become both my savior and my tormentor. Set sail. Play around with my basal rate to try to get it to match the change in activity that you make when on a boat. First stop, Big Pine Key. Anchor, check out Key Deer,

06 April 2009

A Good Silverstein

The sea is a-roarin’, the sea gulls they screech,
The bosun he rants and raves.
And the whole scurvy crew
Says, it’s true, yes it’s true,
Ol’ Captain Blackbeard’s shaved.”

We had buried some treasure (and bodies as well)
And was just sailin’ back from the cave,
When he calls fer boiled water
And stomps down below
An’ gor’ but he comes up shaved.

There’s a chickenish stubble, and fishbelly skin
On that face, once so blazin’ and brave.
And his ol’ faithful parrot

Where Did All the Fun Go?

Do you remember the time in your life when all your responsibilities for the day could be filled in about 20 minutes?  Get up, make your bed, feed the dog and clean your room.  The rest of the day was yours.  And each day seemed to last forever.  They stretched out for ever in front of you.  LIke an eternal adventure you never knew in which direction it would blow.  Stretch 3 months of those days together and it became forever.  You'd suck every opportunity out of every last minute, too. Roll out of bed at 9 to a warm breakfast and then off to swimming all morning in the ocean until your hands turned blue and your lips would match.  Then running up to lay on the hot sand until you thawed out and finish it up with a lunch of a jelly-jelly- sandwich and a thermos of warm Strawberry Falls Kool-Aid.  Or sitting out on the curb in front of your house past 9 on a warm summer night with a few friends you just met that day trying to stave off the moment your mom would appear in the lighted doorway to call you to come in for the night.  When all was about fun. Every minute was about fun.  Where is all that fun now?
   My last Thursday looked a little more like this. Up at 4:30, out to the garage for 40 minutes on the bike trainer, shower, get kids fed and ready for school, find missing shoes and mismatched socks, chase

02 April 2009


For 13 long years I have contended with Diabetes on my own. Of course I had family and friends to lend their support, a husband who was amazing at helping me deal with the emotional side of Diabetes, and good doctors to give me Diabetes Basic Training and to run their tests, but I never knew a single other person with Diabetes.
You see, Diabetes is a tricky opponent. The goal is to keep the amount of sugar in your blood at a constant level between 80 and 120 mmol/dl. In a healthy person the pancreas works like a thermostat turning insulin production on and off to keep it even keeled, like a heater in your home to keeps it a perfect 72 degrees. It does an incredible job, seldom a moment does it miss. In my case, I have been entrusted with this never-ending job. And so I balance. I balance everything to keep it steady. I balance my food, my exercise, the insulin I give myself, and my Symlin (an extra medicine given in a shot at meal times). I have to account for stress and all the other “normal” illnesses. Even things as simple as a scary movie can throw things out of whack. With so many variables to balance, the math becomes difficult and complex. And it’s hard to get any valuable information on the finer points of management from a doctor who has to specialize in so many different diseases. When I came up against a new