Saturday’s race went reasonably well. My friend who I was supposed to run with got sick (36 hour virus), so I went by myself.
The race was an annual race which for the last twenty-some years has taken place in mid October, was scheduled this year for September in hopes that the earlier date would bring more runners (It’s always been a small event– 300-500 runners). The earlier date and a 8:30am starting time made for a very hot race.
I had hoped to set a 10K personal record this race, but it just didn’t happen. I made the novice’s mistake of started off too fast and trying to keep up with the crowd of runners around me. I kept up a good pace for most of the race but ran out of steam on the last mile-and- a- half stretch. I did manage to finish with a under 50 minutes time (49:25).
Although I’d hoped to do better, I’m quite happy with the race. I had no blood sugar issues and felt good for the most part. I didn’t even feel dehydrated. Also, part of me feels that had I run too well, it may have gone to my head. Now I feel I need to work harder.
I ran 2 good runs this week, including a nice 8.5 mile run with Tom (my son) alongside me riding his new bike. Until today, after a week-and-a-half of training I was ready to say that I’m feeling good about things- but then…
This evening I decided to run my first long run of this season’s training. According to my plan I am supposed to run 11 miles tomorrow, but because I missed yesterday’s run (got home very late) I thought I would just run my long run today and a short run over the weekend.
I thought I had it figured out. I knew I needed to eat some carb before the run (all I’d eaten during the day was a can of tuna and a couple of cucumbers with olive oil and lemon juice) so I made some Quinoa with Cherry Tomatoes (this is Jessica’s favorite quinoa recipe) and had some. I took 4 units of insulin, the dose I usually take with a large portion of quinoa (1-2 cooked cups).
A half hour before heading out for my run, and almost two hours after eating I checked my BS. It was 175. I thought that was perfect.
I went out running and felt good for the first couple miles. I paced myself, making sure I didn’t start off too fast. I had no problem keeping my heart rate at around 130 and I had that feeling that this was going to be a good first long run. But after two miles I stated feeling sluggish and instead of holding myself back I found myself struggling to keep up a decent pace.
After 2.5 miles I stopped at a water fountain and had a drink and a piece of halva (14g of carbohydrate). I started running again but after just a few feet decided I should check my BS. It was 48. I quickly had another piece of halva and tried to start running again. It didn’t take me more than a few more feet to realize I was going to have to run my 11 miles tomorrow.
I ran a half a mile more to get a little closer to home and then walked another half mile.
This kind of thing used to really get to me but it seems I’m maturing as a diabetic runner. I was a little disappointed but that’s just how it is and it isn’t all that bad if you think about it. I can still run- a lot.