I haven’t run more than 12.5 miles since early July, and after running a good 11 miles on Wednesday, I felt like I was ready to break the half marathon distance again. But, on Friday morning when I woke up at 4:15 a.m. to get ready for my run, I was dazed. I felt as if everything I did was in slow motion. I knew it wasn’t just the early morning hours and the lack of sleep. I tested my blood sugar it was 438. Perhaps I had rebounded after a nighttime low. I have no other explanation for the number.
I took one unit of insulin hoping that it would bring my blood sugar down to a somewhat decent level before I started to run, without causing me to crash (the bolus wizard recommended 2.7 units).
When I arrived at the meeting place, an hour after I bolused, my blood sugar was 244. A little disappointed, I lowered my basal rate and started to run.
After 3 miles of feeling bad I stopped to check my blood sugar. It was 140. I’d dropped more than 100 in under a half hour of running.
I ran another mile until my next check. This time it was 108. I took a gel, kept running, and kept feeling like shit. Two miles later my blood sugar was 100. I felt terrible and decided to turn back towards the car. I was running by myself and worried I would pass out. I ran slowly just wanting it to be over.
I was very disappointed in myself and felt like an idiot for running on a morning that started with a blood sugar of 438. In those moments, though, it seems like the only thing to do is to bolus and continue as planned. Otherwise, diabetes wins. But I don’t even know how coherently I’m thinking with such high blood sugar combined with so little sleep.
Sometimes I push myself and it works. And then there are the days like Friday, when diabetes totally kicks my ass.