Category: Diabetes

What happened to my blood sugar when I jumped out of a plane at 15k foot

In the build up to every race, during every high intensity work out at the gym, even when I’m stressed at work… my blood sugar spikes thanks to adrenalin. So what will happen when I jump out of a plane at 15k foot? Here, I show how blood sugar levels can be affected by adrenalin (and alcohol)…

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Monday’s Rundays: Why an insulin pump is my dream running kit

Running 40 or so miles a week for the past fortnight has been a breeze. Not really. It just feels like that, relative to dealing with diabetes at the same time. See, control of this condition requires consistency, as far as I can tell (see the disclaimer below). And when you’re training for a 186 mile race, setting up a…

Why I quit work to go running

Why I quit work to go running

I’ve quit my job. Never mind that I have three kids under the age of seven to support and I’m fast approaching 40 and still live in rented accommodation, I felt that I had to do it. So I’ve left the security of a job I enjoy, monthly paydays, a pension, paid expenses, IT support, Christmas parties with free bars…

Five low carb meals for marathoners

I’m crapping myself about tomorrow’s marathon. It’s ‘the wall’ that’s worrying me; that dreaded moment when your muscles finish off the last of their fuel and your legs turn to jelly, stopping you dead in your tracks. I don’t want to end up like this pair. You can avoid this horrible fate by loading up on carbs in the days…

The first 300 miles: hypos, hope and scavenging Snickers

I’m not proud of myself. Seven miles into a recent 12 miler across the South Downs, I came across an unopened Snickers bar in the mud, picked it up, stashed it in my bumbag (not proud of that either, but being a diabetic runner makes one necessary) and went on my way. I was getting desperate. Hypoglycaemia has snapped at…

Diabetic Dad Runs arse

What does type-one diabetes look like? 

Sorry if you’re eating… for this is my arse. Not literally, of course; mine’s not quite so orange and is a lot larger. I was asked to make this monstrosity by medical device development company Team. Well, kind of. They didn’t specify that I should make a model of a gross, lumpy little backside; they wanted an object or character…