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diabetes 365/ day 41
So... I cheated. :) this picture isn't from today. I ran a four mile race today, and walked off without my camera in the whirl of "do I have my meter/shot bloks/car keys/ ridiculous fanny pack to carry them all in?" So this picture is in the same spirit of what i wanted to capture tonight.
This picture is actually from last year's Boston half-marathon (not the full - and no, you don't have to qualify. thank god. :) ) This was my 3rd half marathon, and I ran it with my dad (far right). My Dad turned 60 last year and decided that the way to celebrate was to run his first half marathon. And he SMOKED me. (I can always fall back on the excuse that running and checking your blood sugar at the same time considerably slows you down.) Anyway, this was pre-race - we all still look happy..:) and I have my most annoying but necessary piece of running equipment - my oh so chic fanny pack, that is just big enough to fit my smallest meter, a pack of strips, my poker, and some shot bloks. It's actually made with diabetes in mind, because there is a hidden pocket in the back to stash your pump so it's not bouncing around while you're running - which is really nice.
Anyway, I guess my point to this rambling description is just to note that i inherited some stubborness and perserverance from my dad. He wouldn't let age keep him from accomplishing something on his "bucket list", and I wouldn't let diabetes.
diabetes 365/ day 41
So... I cheated. :) this picture isn't from today. I ran a four mile race today, and walked off without my camera in the whirl of "do I have my meter/shot bloks/car keys/ ridiculous fanny pack to carry them all in?" So this picture is in the same spirit of what i wanted to capture tonight.
This picture is actually from last year's Boston half-marathon (not the full - and no, you don't have to qualify. thank god. :) ) This was my 3rd half marathon, and I ran it with my dad (far right). My Dad turned 60 last year and decided that the way to celebrate was to run his first half marathon. And he SMOKED me. (I can always fall back on the excuse that running and checking your blood sugar at the same time considerably slows you down.) Anyway, this was pre-race - we all still look happy..:) and I have my most annoying but necessary piece of running equipment - my oh so chic fanny pack, that is just big enough to fit my smallest meter, a pack of strips, my poker, and some shot bloks. It's actually made with diabetes in mind, because there is a hidden pocket in the back to stash your pump so it's not bouncing around while you're running - which is really nice.
Anyway, I guess my point to this rambling description is just to note that i inherited some stubborness and perserverance from my dad. He wouldn't let age keep him from accomplishing something on his "bucket list", and I wouldn't let diabetes.