Sick

Dude that was sick! It's true that sometimes sick can be used in a good way. Like Diabetes is sick- if you mean its a disease that gets you in the new york times or helps you finish an ironman. However this past weekend it just wasn't so. You wanna hear about my race from last weekend, right? Sick. I woke up at 4am and puked my brains out for several hours. I thought about toughing it out and going anyway so I wandered downstairs while Nate and Em were eating and getting ready to go. I felt green, but not like the hulk. More like green cheese. Oh, oh, blaaah. Well I hiked back up the steps and just barely made it to the toilet. yeah are you still reading this? I paid $20 for a race I didn't go to, made two members of my family train for, and oh well. I guess it could have been worse. Like Em started feeling sick while running the race. that had to stink. She and Nate ran it together in less than a couple of hours. I'll be in for the next one. Sorry to all the inlaws for making you sick, peace.

Stylin'

It's cool enough to be in the New York Times. I mean really who would have ever thought I would be there, right? But for them to put me in the style section is over the top. I can't believe it. Really without Emily I would be the least stylish person ever. I mean she had to throw away all my favorite clothes when we got married so she could be seen with me. Next thing you know I'm below Michelle Obama and right beside an article about Brad Pitt's mustache in the style section. Did I mention I am wearing a Stylish race out fit that is more than ridiculously tight and cut two distinctive inches shorter than my amazing tan line. It must be cool. But seriously I've got two pictures in there and you can read the Triabetes logo real well on the second one. Who would have known. It totally makes up for making me sound like the nastiest and most irresponsible diabetic ever, up until recently. Was I really that bad? Dude God's got an amazing sense of humor.

What Day is it?

Looks like I'm confused.
At least the online version has run the article today.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/08/health/nutrition/08fitness.html?_r=2&scp=1&sq=dave%20shack&st=cse

Yep, a printed version of the article will be on page E6 tomorrow.

The New York Times

This is turning out to be a big week.
I'm racing this weekend in a ten mile trail run.
But the big news is coming tomorrow. I'm going to be in the New York Times. They called a few weeks ago and did a phone interview and I feel like it went pretty well. I got to be me. Bethany, the reporter asked great questions, so we will have to see how she did on the article. It fell a little from there. Over christmas break they sent a photographer up to get some pictures. What ended up happening was a little wierd. He just took pictures of pictures that my family got at the Ironman. Well I hope those are the ones that get used because then he took shots of my family and me which were decent at best, and then I had to go get some solo shots out in the yard that felt like total cheese. My brother and wife were inside laughing at me dealing with what Nate termed as "My Worst Nightmare". I am not a big fan of posing for pictures. Action shots are cool. Running my mouth on video is fun, but posing for pictures irks me. It has to have something to do with my mom dressing me up in a blazer knee high socks and shorts to have my picture made as a kid, but I don't know.
Yesterday another person called to try and get a few audio clips because the first conversation was a little fuzzy. That stinks. My first phone interview was so much better. I can still be hopeful I won't sound like a total dork. But even if I do... I'm in the Times!

Rage Basal: When Nothing Else Seems To Work

Yesterday was so hard. I think I might have entered a blog in a terrible mood. Either way it got worse before it got better. I was high all day long. After breakfast my sugar went above 300 and stayed there until late last night. It briefly fell during the night and shot right back up and I was at 250 before breakfast. I did everything I knew how to do to fix it. I started with a correction bolus using the bolus wizard. Didn't work. I quit eating anything with even a hint of carbs. Didn't work. I got pissed and threw in a few rage boluses. Didn't work. I changed by infusion site. Didn't work. Can you imagine how I was feeling? I tried to get on my bike in the basement but I haven't used that one on the trainer yet and it wouldn't attach correctly. So I got on the treadmill, in my work clothes, and started walking. It's stuck on a decent incline so I just walked a lot and ran a little. No basal change. I was trying to get low. Didn't work. After an hour I was still at 324. Veggies for dinner, yay! I was in the 200's by bedtime and supper excited. But by morning It had started again. Am I just that much more insulin resistant all of a sudden? We will find out. My new answer. The rage basal change. I just went in and moved up all my basal rates by .1 to .2, without any reason for the distinction. I am just looking for an old friend named lowboy. He makes me feel much better than the acidic sand flowing through my veins all day yesterday.

Where Am I?

media yeah, well I was just cruising through the triabetes website checking out all the new athlete blogs and thinking. Dude I need to start training. I am getting a little big again. I think I've put on like 11 pounds since Ironman. Em is trying to get some people together to do this Blue Ridge Relay in the late summer. But I need something sooner. I might do this 200 mile ADA Tour de Cure in early June. I'd have to raise a little money, but no big deal. Seriously I feel like butt. My sugar has been skyrocketing every morning. I don't even want to know how high it is right now. It hurts to type even. Training is the only thing that ever really helped but here I am sitting on my backside. I need a big push. there goes my CGM yelling at me about being high.

On a nicer note I got interviewed by a newspaper out of New York last week. Maybe a story to come out of that in earyl Janurary. Wonder when our documentary is coming out?

Did you see that machine at the top of the page. Need to find him again.

Thanksgiving Training

I had a couple great workouts over Thanksgiving. Both were with my brother, Nate. Hanging with him was by far the best part. You might know how it is being with tons of family for a holiday meal. You know a couple of those people real well and the rest of them well, I kdo good just remembering their names. They are great people but somehow it just turns out a little stressful. A twenty mile bike ride is a great way to deal with the stress. Especially when it comes between thansksgiving meal #1 at house A and thanksgiving meal #2 at house B. Throw in the fact that we didn't really know exactly how to get there and our wives did a drive by at just the point we were really getting lost and it was getting dark. excellent ride. I should also brag on Nate. It was his second bike ride and he got honked at and ran off the road. Pretty cool.
Our second workout came on Saturday. I felt like a machine. Down near Durham they have this great trail called the American Tobacco Trail. It used to be a railroad, but the rails are gone. It was flat, padded with pine straw and not quite completed. I felt like I could have run forever. It had access points every few miles and would make a great place to stage a long distance training run. The fact that it wasn't finished yet made it even more fun. There were two bridges we crossed that had no platform, just poles and supports. We ran a little over 6 miles and I had no knee pain at all. The last quarter mile we ran way fast. Nate latter told me he was trying to see if he could make himself puke. No dice.
More exciting news. Our van engine died on the way home. I got 2 extra days off because of snow, and I got a staff card for ASU that lets me park anywhere on campus and gets me into the workout facilities. Also after noting our new fatness in our Thanksgiving pics, Em has put us on a diet. I should be a machine by our race in Janurary.