Before I skip off to clean toilets (now that’s something that really prevents me from spending quality time with my children, not to mention that it totally sucks), I need to vent about all that ails me at the moment.
My sugar has been low all day. I woke up at 120 and it’s been entirely downhill from there. I had to drink a juice box and scarf down a package of crackers to bring up my 51 reading that delayed our morning at the pool. It never really got back to normal because my sensor alarm was beeping the entire time Kade was at lessons, and my shaky hands, tingling lips, and lower back sweat confirmed it. I dipped into Liv’s goldfish snack and hoped for the best. It was back up by lunch, but now I’m fighting off another drop before I bottom out again. I just love having to eat all day long in order to keep my sugar at a normal level. Nothing like waking up before dawn to run and then spending the day shoving my face full of food, wiping away any effect the early-morning run may or may not have had on my belly flab.
On to the next ailment…my left shin. It is not getting any better. My run yesterday was painful and crunchy and fast (I couldn’t wait to get those 6 miles over with). Second Sole hooked me up with some shiny, new Mizuno’s, but the word among my running crew is that they suck when it comes to cushioning so they could be worsening the problem. I put my old, broken-in, trusty Asics on and it still hurt like hell. At this point I’m icing and stretching and praying that it goes away. Looks like I’m relegated to the track again this Saturday. I pounded out 8 of my 14 miles on it last Saturday and didn’t go insane, so the 12 miler this week should be doable.
I re-worked my training program a bit to allow for the local 10 mile race in August. It’s becoming a tradition to gather at my running partner’s house both before and after the race. Last year I contributed bloody mary’s so I didn’t want to disappoint this year (they wouldn’t taste nearly as good if I didn’t actually run the race beforehand). Besides, the course hits nearly every street we run on each and every morning, mile after mile, over and over again…this is our one opportunity to benefit from running up and down Belvoir 1,000 times. In all honesty it’s a kick ass race and I would do just about anything to avoid missing it. So instead of the 19 miler I was supposed to do that weekend, I’ll be doing 12 and paying for it with a 20 miler the following week (the day of Liv’s birthday party, I know…my priorities are completely out of whack). No worries…it will all work out (as long as my left leg doesn’t fall off first).
