Running

It was freezing inside the house on Saturday morning. But the weather looked so nice outside.

Like, too good not to go outside.

Considering how hard it’s been to get out in-between uni work, birthday celebrations and darker evenings of late, I just knew that I had to take advantage of the sunshine. Not to mention my doc’s lingering reminder of a low Vitamin D level from my last blood test.

And, it’s kind of stimulating to venture out during the day when the sky and the sunlight are different to the early mornings and late afternoons that I’m used to. Like, brighter. Fresher. The surrounds are more peaceful and quiet.

Knowing that I’d be in desperate need of a break from exam revision this weekend, I had a really crazy idea. I pulled out my running shoes, shorts, Rockadex pump belt and topped it off an old t-shirt. I also decided that I’d best put on my medical alert bracelet and shove my iPhone in my pump belt, just in case…

I thought that by 11ish most of my breakfast insulin would have worn off and I’d get the best of that midday light. I really just swagged the temp basal rate, doubling the 30% reduction I use for moderate activity at work and hoping for the best.

It’s been years since I last ran. I remember how terrible it made me feel because I don’t exercise and I’m terribly unfit and I push myself far more than what’s reasonable for someone whose internal dictionary cannot comprehend the word exercise.

I did a quick jog down the road, detouring through suburbia and ending at my favourite spot surrounded by boardwalks and green grass and lakeside houses with balconies that I could only dream of being able to afford. And occasional swans.

As I propelled myself forward, hearing my feet hit the ground and my breathing grow heavier, I realised one thing. I wasn’t thinking about uni and exams and what I’ll have for lunch this week or the appointments on my ‘to do’ list and all of my other worries of the world.

My mindset had returned to the present.

That run didn’t feel so bad after all.