A Random Question

Welcome to random world.

Lets just say that you were in high school. And lets just say that you happened to be obsessed with Harry Potter. Oh, hello, that’s me.

If I started a quidditch club, would you join? Trust me, it’s real. Like, muggles, or non-magical people can play quidditch. Look it up. I’m not kidding.

But lets just say that I started a quidditch club in my high school, would you join? I need some incentive to do it. So do comment. 🙂

And for those of you who are confused, think Harry Potter.

Racing, Cross Country, and Diabetes

So. I ran my first race about a month ago. It was a 5K, or 3.1 miles, if you didn’t know (like how I was).

My coach was really nervous. And I admit that I was too. Not too nervous about the running part, but about the running with diabetes part. And if you’ve been following my progress so far, then you know that it wasn’t really going perfectly. I’d say less than perfect, in fact. So she had me run with a spot runner. Or someone who would run with me so if I just happened to faint, people wouldn’t remember me only until the race hadn’t finished, if you get my drift.

Mr. Southerns. He runs marathons. And his son is in my high school’s cross country team. Bingo.

Are you following me so far?

Race day. I was SUPER nervous. Like, beyond nervous. Like, I sort of wanted to throw up nervous. I was so nervous that I managed to make my blood sugar spike about an hour and a half before the race, and then plummet about forty five minutes before the race. Smart. Exactly what I needed. Way to be, Claire. (That’s my new catch phrase, by the way. But sorry, I’m rambling.)

I managed to get my self to about 150 and steady. And I was still really nervous. I just might mention my nerves about half a billion more times.

And we started. And I went. Let my explain my running style. That day, when I didn’t feel that good, I ran like the equivalent of an uncoordinated elephant. But like I’ve said, that wasn’t my best day.

After every mile, he gave me this gummy thing that had sugar in it. Or a lot of carbs. Or something like that. I’m not really sure what it was. But I didn’t like it. I ate it anyway. It worked to keep my blood sugar up, but it had this horrible sugary aftertaste that left me wanting to throw up. Not good when you’re running your first race.

After about mile two and a half, I sort of wanted to sit down right there, throw up, and die. But I didn’t. I kept going. And it was hard. (Warning to all folks who are thinking about doing cross country. It’s hard. But the reward is great.)

I stopped maybe three or so times to test, and I can’t exactly remember, but I think that I was 150 mg/dl pretty much all the times. So whatever Mr. Southerns was doing with his stupid glucose gummies was working. Not that I liked them. But then I’m repeating myself again.

I finished. My time was 32 minutes, 44 seconds. I was the slowest person on the team. But I ran my first cross country race!! That in itself is a huge achievement for me. There is the small side effect of me wanting to puke afterwards, which I never did, but then again, I finished the race with type 1 diabetes.

A HUGE shout out to Mr. Southerns, the guy who ran with me! Thanks so much!


Claire Montgomery
Cross country runner, Type 1 diabetic, Nearly puked but didn’t

Related Posts:

A Try on Cross Country and Diabetes
Cross Country