I miss running.

Three words I never though I would string together – but this thought has been in my mind lately.

Eleven years ago, I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.

I’ve never been an athlete. I hated going to gym when I was in school. I have been, most of my life, anywhere from slender to a few pounds overweight, despite my distain for all physical activity.

I didn’t fit the typical diabetic shape. I did fit the sedentary part!!

I decided to start exercising, and I did.

I began by walking 5k a day – 3.12 miles.

I got the Jeff Galloway 5k app on the phone and began to increase my pace.

Long story short, in the next six years, I bought half marathon training apps, ran 22 half marathons, 2 15k’s, several 10k’s, and countless 5k’s.

I still don’t consider myself an athlete – but I had a habit that contributed to my physical and mental health, and that kept me going.

Being diagnosed almost 5 years ago with type 1 diabetes, the correct diagnosis, brought all that to a halt.

Now I was dealing with monitoring my blood sugar, changing my diet, giving myself insulin.

I tried to do my usual 5k run around the neighborhood, and my blood sugar would plummet. I’d have to call my hubby to come pick me up, a glass of orange juice at the ready

My metabolism was changing, and I had a hard time keeping up.

Fast forward to 4.5 years since diagnosis – and I got Covid. it was a mild case – or so I thought.

That was January.

Since then, I have gotten completely winded with exertion. I’ve been to my doctor, had a heart monitor, saw the cardiologist.

He’s doing more testing. God willing, when they are okay, I can resume training. 

I am looking at a destination half marathon in a year. I’m motivated, excited, and hope that my tests are normal, and I can slowly begin.

Again.

In the mean time, I’m following diabetic athletes – reading books, listening to podcasts. I know that this is just another hurdle to figure out.

I will run again!