Today I ran my first 5K.
I know, I have a post called “A Non-Runner’s Review of the Flip Belt.” But after visiting Frank and his family over the summer and seeing him get up at 4am and run, like, 8 miles every single day, I was inspired to try it. I ran a couple times in the fall, but gave up when it got cold.
Then this spring we started a weight loss challenge at work. I joined because you get $25 at the end of the 90 days if you don’t miss more than 1 weigh-in and I figured I can buy a lot of Taco Bell with $25.
About two weeks ago, I had the lowest blood sugar reading I’ve ever had, in the middle of the night. It was scary of course, but my husband had it under control and we survived. I posted a photo of my meter showing the number on my twitter and expressing my thankfulness for being alive. I then received a tweet in reply to it from a guy named Tony who is an ambulance driver. Tony and I proceeded to get into a heated argument over several hours which got multiple others from the diabetic online community involved. It was nasty, it was ugly, it was awful.
It all stemmed from the fact that I said that one point lower was our “call the ambulance” number.