Howdy from the Atlanta airport,
I hope everyone is rocking. Lots has happened since last time here. Last week followed up the with some real good training. Mountains, a 4 hour tough day, and some racing. As the week wore on I started getting more and more sensitive to the insulin. I was down to 13u basal, and less than that of rapid. Life was good, and metabolism moving. Did most of my training with Daniel Holt, and until last Thursday he was practically forcing me to ride. Weather was bad, and motivation not so high, but as the sun came out, I started getting really stoked to ride.
The Good:
Saturday came around, and it was race time in the Big B (Birmingham.) Joe's home town, and on a real cool speedway, so we were motivated to win. Joe, Dan, and I lined up with 50 others for the race. We were aggressive all day, and covering a bunch of moves from Cleve... Joe said he was feeling good, so we banked on a sprint for him. I got in some move for a few laps, and looked like we might stay away. With about 2km''s to go, we got caught, and Dan went straight to the front with Joe in tow. I stayed on the big man's wheel, while Dan kept things in check. On the last little rise 2 guys attacked, and Joe was on them like white on rice. Then came the kick to the line, and My boy Joe lit that sprint up to win by close to 5 bike lengths. It was the first time we had raced together in a long time, so to pull it off was nice. Real stoked for Joe. He has been knocking on the door for the past few weeks, and is definitely riding better than he has ever gone before. Expecting some good stuff from him come Speedweek.
The Bad and the Ugly:
So all this riding has been good, and my form was coming around nicely, but all with a little hint of doubt. During my last day in Taiwan my leg went numb for the first time since surgery last May. I was a bit freaked, so took 8 days off the bike, then every time I went hard since it has repeated. So I go in to the Vascular lab at Emory to do an ABI, or blood pressure in arm, relative to leg. At rest I am normal, 3 minutes after exercise I am normal. BUT, immediately after intense riding I have 33% less blood flow to my left leg than I should. Functional ABI is anywhere from .85-1.00 during exercise. Before surgery last year I was at .68, and at retest I was at .66. I am much stronger than last year, but still at a big disadvantage. I go in for an MRI of the arteries next week, which will determine if the surgery is recommended again, at which point I am unsure of what I will do.
I am a firm believer in the old "everything happens for a reason," yet I am also not happy about this at all. I had a problem, had surgery and a pretty brutal climb back, only to be standing at the same ledge again. Screw it though! I can still pedal, and still like riding my bike, so I am gonna race. This weekend is the Tour of Battenkill which will be a brutal 200km race with 30miles or so of dirt. Should be a real slug fest, with some of the best in the country. To get through it will be tough, but we have some guys going really well, and I want to do as much as I can to help set up another W Team Type 1.
Also, a quick thanks to all those who drive on Johnson Ferry that read this last week ... Dan, Colby, and I rode to the crit again on Thurs, and only got honked at 2x by people who weren't happy about where they came from, or where they were going... Maybe a honk free ride next week? Is it possible??
Thanks for reading, and I hope to have some good news to report next week, on a multiple levels.
Phil
http://twitter.com/PhilSoutherland
www.teamtype1.org
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Diabetes Game: Rock Hill and Johnson Ferry Rd...
Howdy from Atlanta,
Last I wrote, things had been a bit hectic in the airport, and I was trying oh so hard to relax. Went and hopped on the next flight, and had some really cool flight attendants, which makes all the difference in the world. So had a nice flight, got to Charlotte, and began to think about the bike race. Took about an hour to drive with Daniel Holt back to Joe McConkey's house to grab a ride. We went out for an hour, and I felt pretty crappy. Dan kept saying, we have to be aggressive and get in the early break, which was the last thing I was thinking with how I felt Saturday.
Sunday am, came. I woke up at 171 (decreased basal that night, and ran hot) gave a small rapid bolus, ate some oatmeal, and then a steak egg and cheese bagel 1 hour before the start. I was able to hit the start line at 191, which was Perfect!! So as the race went, I knew that one effort too hard, and I was going to see my McD's again. I sat dead last wheel, telling Dan "I am not making the early break!" About 7-9 miles in a small group got a gap, and had some strong riders in it. Dan lined it out down a hill, and when he came off I jumped across to the move. There were 4 of us working, and then another 6 came across, and that was the early break. After about 20 minutes off the front, and flying we had 2 minutes. Mark Hekman was flying and kept the break rolling fast. I was pretty close to losing breakfast multiple times, and after the hard effort to get established, I had a huge loss in power in my left leg, similar to pre-surgery last year. I wanted to puke so bad from these efforts, but knew I had to keep those calories in, so I avoided the quick fix. After getting the feeling back, the break started to attack each other. One guy got a minute gap, and then the 3 other strong guys in the move got close to him, leaving 6 of us behind. We worked steadily, and got the gap down to 15 seconds. There was a hill that is about 1km long, and fairly steep, and I knew that was my chance. When we hit the base I went full tilt getting across, got there with one eye half open, and sucking air through a straw. Needless to say, that really hurt, and I was in survival mode for a while. We caught Andy, and Mark immediately countered, to which I had nothing. There went the move, and not a thing I could do about it. We chased for a bit, but lost ground, and then it was "stay off the front time." About 30km's to go, we found out we had a 8 minute gap, and so kept it steady. I checked the Navigator, and was sitting at 97, which may have explained the lack of power. In about 1 hour of riding in the break, I consumed a lot of carbs, and still dropped 100 points. I was tired, and still stuffed from breakfast, but managed to take in everything I had. We stayed away, and I got smoked in the sprint for 5th by muscleman. I was able to finish 6th, which was good on some levels, but disheartening on others, cause if I would have made the front group, would have been going for the W. Oh well. After the race I was at 103, gave 6 units of rapid, then put down 75 carbs 20 protein, and then ate a muffin. This was enough rapid for a while. I ate some chips, and then about an 1.5 hours after got a bunch of junk food calories in, and was recovered. Legs didn't agree, but technically I was... Hopped in the car, drove home, and that was that. Day off Monday, and then came Tuesday, and Johnson Ferry Rd.
Tuesday was freezing cold. Went out for 1.5hrs in the am did some sprint workouts. The "feels like" on the Weather Chanel was 38F or something like that. Dan and I even got sleeted on for about 45 minutes. He the meteorologist says sleet, I saw snow... Get home, work with my little brother Jack for a while, and then set off for ride #2 to the Tuesday Crit. We head up getting a little lost, and it is looking like 1.5 ride at 44 degrees to get there. Riding N through Buckhead was ok, but then we hit Johnson Ferry Road in Cobb county, and all hell broke loose. This road is 6 lanes wide. 3 on each side, and an additional lane for any turns. Plenty of room. But we had more road rage here then any stretch of my life. One old man driving a Corvette laid on his horn. A guy on a motorcycle hung right there to watch over us, and the vetteMan so inconveniently changed lanes to pass us, and my buddy on the Moto flicked him off for us. Dan and I continued to ride, and had at least 9 more people lay on their horns.
To everyone who drives on Johnson Ferry Rd: I am sorry about your life, and that your day at work was so bad. I urge you to get on a bike and de-stress, try it out, and see that as much as it pains you to switch lanes to pass 2 guys on a bike, it hurts even more to go full gas trying to make a group ride. Maybe then you could re-think taking your frustrations out on your car horn for no real reason. I admit, I have been in a hurry, and if it was a twisty 2 lane mtn road and we blocked the whole road, I would understand. But 6 lanes!!!
Did the crit, or some of it, and then jetted back home to get 5 hours in for the day. Good times, and my legs hurt. The great thing about these 2-a-days are that the metabolism just flies!! I barely had to bolus at all yesterday, and ate close to 3800 calories for the day. Keeping steady at 16u of basal and will see how the changes happen after this week of training.
Another big day today. Dan is trying to get me to go the mtns. I am trying not too... Prolly will though. No racing this weekend, and then BattenKill with a full Team Type 1 squad in NY the next.
Thanks for reading, and have a great day!
Philpott
www.TeamType1.org
Last I wrote, things had been a bit hectic in the airport, and I was trying oh so hard to relax. Went and hopped on the next flight, and had some really cool flight attendants, which makes all the difference in the world. So had a nice flight, got to Charlotte, and began to think about the bike race. Took about an hour to drive with Daniel Holt back to Joe McConkey's house to grab a ride. We went out for an hour, and I felt pretty crappy. Dan kept saying, we have to be aggressive and get in the early break, which was the last thing I was thinking with how I felt Saturday.
Sunday am, came. I woke up at 171 (decreased basal that night, and ran hot) gave a small rapid bolus, ate some oatmeal, and then a steak egg and cheese bagel 1 hour before the start. I was able to hit the start line at 191, which was Perfect!! So as the race went, I knew that one effort too hard, and I was going to see my McD's again. I sat dead last wheel, telling Dan "I am not making the early break!" About 7-9 miles in a small group got a gap, and had some strong riders in it. Dan lined it out down a hill, and when he came off I jumped across to the move. There were 4 of us working, and then another 6 came across, and that was the early break. After about 20 minutes off the front, and flying we had 2 minutes. Mark Hekman was flying and kept the break rolling fast. I was pretty close to losing breakfast multiple times, and after the hard effort to get established, I had a huge loss in power in my left leg, similar to pre-surgery last year. I wanted to puke so bad from these efforts, but knew I had to keep those calories in, so I avoided the quick fix. After getting the feeling back, the break started to attack each other. One guy got a minute gap, and then the 3 other strong guys in the move got close to him, leaving 6 of us behind. We worked steadily, and got the gap down to 15 seconds. There was a hill that is about 1km long, and fairly steep, and I knew that was my chance. When we hit the base I went full tilt getting across, got there with one eye half open, and sucking air through a straw. Needless to say, that really hurt, and I was in survival mode for a while. We caught Andy, and Mark immediately countered, to which I had nothing. There went the move, and not a thing I could do about it. We chased for a bit, but lost ground, and then it was "stay off the front time." About 30km's to go, we found out we had a 8 minute gap, and so kept it steady. I checked the Navigator, and was sitting at 97, which may have explained the lack of power. In about 1 hour of riding in the break, I consumed a lot of carbs, and still dropped 100 points. I was tired, and still stuffed from breakfast, but managed to take in everything I had. We stayed away, and I got smoked in the sprint for 5th by muscleman. I was able to finish 6th, which was good on some levels, but disheartening on others, cause if I would have made the front group, would have been going for the W. Oh well. After the race I was at 103, gave 6 units of rapid, then put down 75 carbs 20 protein, and then ate a muffin. This was enough rapid for a while. I ate some chips, and then about an 1.5 hours after got a bunch of junk food calories in, and was recovered. Legs didn't agree, but technically I was... Hopped in the car, drove home, and that was that. Day off Monday, and then came Tuesday, and Johnson Ferry Rd.
Tuesday was freezing cold. Went out for 1.5hrs in the am did some sprint workouts. The "feels like" on the Weather Chanel was 38F or something like that. Dan and I even got sleeted on for about 45 minutes. He the meteorologist says sleet, I saw snow... Get home, work with my little brother Jack for a while, and then set off for ride #2 to the Tuesday Crit. We head up getting a little lost, and it is looking like 1.5 ride at 44 degrees to get there. Riding N through Buckhead was ok, but then we hit Johnson Ferry Road in Cobb county, and all hell broke loose. This road is 6 lanes wide. 3 on each side, and an additional lane for any turns. Plenty of room. But we had more road rage here then any stretch of my life. One old man driving a Corvette laid on his horn. A guy on a motorcycle hung right there to watch over us, and the vetteMan so inconveniently changed lanes to pass us, and my buddy on the Moto flicked him off for us. Dan and I continued to ride, and had at least 9 more people lay on their horns.
To everyone who drives on Johnson Ferry Rd: I am sorry about your life, and that your day at work was so bad. I urge you to get on a bike and de-stress, try it out, and see that as much as it pains you to switch lanes to pass 2 guys on a bike, it hurts even more to go full gas trying to make a group ride. Maybe then you could re-think taking your frustrations out on your car horn for no real reason. I admit, I have been in a hurry, and if it was a twisty 2 lane mtn road and we blocked the whole road, I would understand. But 6 lanes!!!
Did the crit, or some of it, and then jetted back home to get 5 hours in for the day. Good times, and my legs hurt. The great thing about these 2-a-days are that the metabolism just flies!! I barely had to bolus at all yesterday, and ate close to 3800 calories for the day. Keeping steady at 16u of basal and will see how the changes happen after this week of training.
Another big day today. Dan is trying to get me to go the mtns. I am trying not too... Prolly will though. No racing this weekend, and then BattenKill with a full Team Type 1 squad in NY the next.
Thanks for reading, and have a great day!
Philpott
www.TeamType1.org
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Airport Game-quick rant...
Howdy from the HotLanta Airport,
Things finally have started rolling again this week. A week ago, I was bored to tears (from being caught up,) not feeling good on the bike, and was working on a record of days in a row in one place (17.) But all has changed, and life is rocking.
I was feeling a bit better after having gotten 2nd in that race, and a bit more motivated to get on it. So Mon-Tues were the usual recover from the weekend. Matt McCarthy saved me on Tuesday by forcing me to go ride. Wed went out and just road real hard for about 2.5 hrs with The Artist Colby, and then 1.5hrs of yoga that night, which definitely hurt me (thanks James...) Thursday I began to question radar on the weather channel. There was no green, a 5% chance of rain, and as we got 40 minutes from home it started to sprinkle, and another 20 minutes later lightning was crashing as cats and dogs came down from the sky, all with a clear radar. Flipped it at an hour, and made it home just in time to shower, pack, eat, and head to the airport.
I got in late, took a walk with my buddy Geoff, who is the Chemist behind the first blood glucose strip, and Navigator. We talked mostly about riding, as he is an avid cyclist. Geoff claims to be fat and slow, but he climbs pretty darn good, especially for a 60 yr old...ha
Thurs night I put my Navigator back in. I saw the comment asking where it was last time. I love the device, and am it's biggest advocate, but I try to remember how to do it old school just in case. So I went 2 weeks without it, and was able to get my 14day avg down to 103, which is good, kind of. I had more low blood sugars in 2 weeks, then I had had in 2 months. It is crazy how much the FreeStyle Navigator helps to avid the trouble area. I wanted to get this perspective before a sitting on a CGM panel at the Diabetes Tech Society clinical meeting.
The meeting was really cool. I got to see some exciting studies, and learn a bit about the future of diabetes, and tech. There were some brilliant people there, and I can't say enough about this industry. One word, and one word along describes it, Passion!!! Everyone there was passionate about making better products, so we can live better lives. One of the coolest things was continuous in the hospital. If this could be standardized, people with diabetes would be so much better off, as when I was last there for surgery, I felt like I was back in diabetes care of 1989.
Then it was off to dinner, pack the bags, and call for my 4am wake-up call. On the plane at 6, having to repack my bags 3 times. I had a garmet bag, roller, and backback. Same bags I carried out to LA no prob was all the sudden a huge issue in LA. They tried to tell me it wouldn't work, can't do it, yada, yada, yada. So I walked away fuming, stuffed my suit, shirts and coats into the roller, shoes into my backback, and went through. Here is what I think the problem with the airline business. All these new cost, new rules, but no new added value to the customer. I think people would gladly pay $20/bag if they could get it immediately after the flight, or check bags if there was a guarantee they would arrive with the plane. Or how about some consistency? I am venting on the experience, and probably based off the fact that it is 2pm, and I am just now getting my 2nd cup of coffee...
One more quick flight to Charlotte, hook up with Dan Holt who is racing right now, and then Rock Hill (90 mile race) in the am. The plan for this is to skip my am basal, which should allow for a slight rise near the end of the race, and I will do 1/2 bolus for my breakfast tomorrow. The legs were good on Thursday, but who knows after 9 hours in the air in 48hrs. Time will tell. That's it for now, and off to catch a flight.
Thanks for reading!
Have a great day.
Philpott
http://twitter.com/PhilSoutherland
TeamType1.org
Things finally have started rolling again this week. A week ago, I was bored to tears (from being caught up,) not feeling good on the bike, and was working on a record of days in a row in one place (17.) But all has changed, and life is rocking.
I was feeling a bit better after having gotten 2nd in that race, and a bit more motivated to get on it. So Mon-Tues were the usual recover from the weekend. Matt McCarthy saved me on Tuesday by forcing me to go ride. Wed went out and just road real hard for about 2.5 hrs with The Artist Colby, and then 1.5hrs of yoga that night, which definitely hurt me (thanks James...) Thursday I began to question radar on the weather channel. There was no green, a 5% chance of rain, and as we got 40 minutes from home it started to sprinkle, and another 20 minutes later lightning was crashing as cats and dogs came down from the sky, all with a clear radar. Flipped it at an hour, and made it home just in time to shower, pack, eat, and head to the airport.
I got in late, took a walk with my buddy Geoff, who is the Chemist behind the first blood glucose strip, and Navigator. We talked mostly about riding, as he is an avid cyclist. Geoff claims to be fat and slow, but he climbs pretty darn good, especially for a 60 yr old...ha
Thurs night I put my Navigator back in. I saw the comment asking where it was last time. I love the device, and am it's biggest advocate, but I try to remember how to do it old school just in case. So I went 2 weeks without it, and was able to get my 14day avg down to 103, which is good, kind of. I had more low blood sugars in 2 weeks, then I had had in 2 months. It is crazy how much the FreeStyle Navigator helps to avid the trouble area. I wanted to get this perspective before a sitting on a CGM panel at the Diabetes Tech Society clinical meeting.
The meeting was really cool. I got to see some exciting studies, and learn a bit about the future of diabetes, and tech. There were some brilliant people there, and I can't say enough about this industry. One word, and one word along describes it, Passion!!! Everyone there was passionate about making better products, so we can live better lives. One of the coolest things was continuous in the hospital. If this could be standardized, people with diabetes would be so much better off, as when I was last there for surgery, I felt like I was back in diabetes care of 1989.
Then it was off to dinner, pack the bags, and call for my 4am wake-up call. On the plane at 6, having to repack my bags 3 times. I had a garmet bag, roller, and backback. Same bags I carried out to LA no prob was all the sudden a huge issue in LA. They tried to tell me it wouldn't work, can't do it, yada, yada, yada. So I walked away fuming, stuffed my suit, shirts and coats into the roller, shoes into my backback, and went through. Here is what I think the problem with the airline business. All these new cost, new rules, but no new added value to the customer. I think people would gladly pay $20/bag if they could get it immediately after the flight, or check bags if there was a guarantee they would arrive with the plane. Or how about some consistency? I am venting on the experience, and probably based off the fact that it is 2pm, and I am just now getting my 2nd cup of coffee...
One more quick flight to Charlotte, hook up with Dan Holt who is racing right now, and then Rock Hill (90 mile race) in the am. The plan for this is to skip my am basal, which should allow for a slight rise near the end of the race, and I will do 1/2 bolus for my breakfast tomorrow. The legs were good on Thursday, but who knows after 9 hours in the air in 48hrs. Time will tell. That's it for now, and off to catch a flight.
Thanks for reading!
Have a great day.
Philpott
http://twitter.com/PhilSoutherland
TeamType1.org
Monday, March 30, 2009
Diabetes Game- To ride or not to ride...
Howdy from HotLanta,
So back from Taiwan, settled home again, and bored out of my mind. There are times when things are intense, training is full on, on the phone/computer 8-10 hours a day, and then there are the not times. Things are relatively slow right now, which is most likely just the calm before the storm. Here I am 2 weeks at home, and already missing life on the road. One would think that this means plenty of time to ride, but I just have not had any motivation to get on my bike. Pretty beat both physically and mentally after the 2 month stint on the road, and 4 month heavy workload on the bike.
About a week ago, did a nice 5 hr hard ride, then day off. Tuesday, I went up to the World Champ Crit, got 4hrs total in, and feeling ok. Then the rain hit, and I couldn't make myself ride to save my life... This wasn't effecting basal much, as I was just not eating a whole lot. Daily diet when not riding consist of oatmeal w/ almond butter for breakfast, fruit in afternoon, and then a salad for dinner. Add in a few shots of espresso, and the day is done. So here I am with plenty of time to ride, but no desire to do my favorite thing in the world.
Was planning to race this past weekend, so riding was essential. I made it through most of Friday without the bike, and had conceded to being super fresh, when my buddy called and peer pressured me into 1 hour on the bike. Same deal Saturday, but I put the pressure on, and out we went for 1.5hrs. Went hard a few times to open up. Got a good dinner of Sushi and Guiness on Saturday then Sunday am set out for the Gainesville RR.
5:45: wake up, coffee, oatmeal, more coffee, pack the car (was thinking ahead, and packed bags the night before) hit McD's for game day breakfast and hit the road. Got to the race, and had blood sugar at 140, at the start, and was eating consistently. Set off with 50-60 other brave soldiers at 42 degrees, overcast, and windy. I made a deal with myself that I would not attack until my vest came off, which ended up being about 10 miles in. Started going with moves, and was feeling ok. As the race went on, I kept feeling better, and better, and would give it a go here and there. There were about 10 mygen, and 10 PaceSetter Steel boyz in the race. No moves could really get a gap, and it looked to be coming down to a sprint. So I bided my time, and was sitting good. 500m to go, someone tries to take my front wheel out, and I unclipped for balance. Got back in, having lost 10 spots or so, and then hit it out full gas. I was passing lots of dudes, and managed to sprint for 2nd overall. 2 feet later, and I think I would have taken it, but that is the game we play. I was pretty happy with 2nd, and ready to take on race #2 later in the day.
Hit the car, BS is 143, and do am dose of basal at 8u (total 16 on board now)
Then 4u rapid, and a recovery shake with 80gm carb, 20gm protein. Hit up a sandwich shop, and thought I was good to go. 1hr 45 min before the start, I was sitting at 154. Here is where the detail think comes in. Typically 1hrs 45 min before race, if I saw 154, I would wait, and then test 20 minutes later. But, idiot me only brought 7 strips or so for the day, 5 of which were now gone. So I planned on checking 45 min before the race, and right after. 45 min before, I am feeling a little groggy, and sure enough, 54. Eat Dex4 liquid blast for the quick spike, and a snickers for duration. Then sip on hammer gel leading up to the race. Felt good starting off, aggressive, and feeling good. Then about 10 miles in, we were going slower, and I was felt like it was harder. I could just be out of shape from not riding, but it was a different kind of pain. I was taking down lots of food during the race, but apparently not enough. At the rate I was going, I was sure I was going to get dropped from an easy race. So about 2 miles before the car, I drifted to last wheel, and as everyone made a right turn to race, I made a left to the car. Checked at the car, and was 53, which explains the dead feeling out there. I was thoroughly pissed. Lining up for a race, planning on going like hell for the Win, and then this crap happened. Was I pissed at diabetes?? Yes, infuriated. But when it comes down to it, if I would have brought more strips, checked more, ate more, done things better, I would have been fine.
They say: "guns don't kill people, people kill people."
I say:
"Diabetes doesn't create problems, poor diabetes control creates problems"
In this case it was on me, and I am still pissed off at it. In the past now, lesson learned, won't let it happen again. Every year, once during training, I will go low. Then I bring too much food for the next 364 days, and it doesn't happen again. Well, this is my "I didn't bring the strips" day of the year, and it will not happen again.
This week, I am local until Thurs, when I take off for Long Beach. Going to the Diabetes Tech conference out there, and will get to talk with a lot of the inventors, scientist, engineers behind the great products, and future goods of the diabetes world. Call me a geek, but I really enjoy these meetings, and am very excited about the opp to learn while there.
Then either racing in Long Beach on Sat, or flying back to Charlotte for Rock Hill RR on Sunday. Still working out the details. Hopefully I ride once or twice before then too...ha I am back on it, and looking forward to riding again tomorrow. I hit bottom last week, and feel like I bouncing straight back to the top. Hope the ride up is a good one!
Thanks for reading.
Phil
So back from Taiwan, settled home again, and bored out of my mind. There are times when things are intense, training is full on, on the phone/computer 8-10 hours a day, and then there are the not times. Things are relatively slow right now, which is most likely just the calm before the storm. Here I am 2 weeks at home, and already missing life on the road. One would think that this means plenty of time to ride, but I just have not had any motivation to get on my bike. Pretty beat both physically and mentally after the 2 month stint on the road, and 4 month heavy workload on the bike.
About a week ago, did a nice 5 hr hard ride, then day off. Tuesday, I went up to the World Champ Crit, got 4hrs total in, and feeling ok. Then the rain hit, and I couldn't make myself ride to save my life... This wasn't effecting basal much, as I was just not eating a whole lot. Daily diet when not riding consist of oatmeal w/ almond butter for breakfast, fruit in afternoon, and then a salad for dinner. Add in a few shots of espresso, and the day is done. So here I am with plenty of time to ride, but no desire to do my favorite thing in the world.
Was planning to race this past weekend, so riding was essential. I made it through most of Friday without the bike, and had conceded to being super fresh, when my buddy called and peer pressured me into 1 hour on the bike. Same deal Saturday, but I put the pressure on, and out we went for 1.5hrs. Went hard a few times to open up. Got a good dinner of Sushi and Guiness on Saturday then Sunday am set out for the Gainesville RR.
5:45: wake up, coffee, oatmeal, more coffee, pack the car (was thinking ahead, and packed bags the night before) hit McD's for game day breakfast and hit the road. Got to the race, and had blood sugar at 140, at the start, and was eating consistently. Set off with 50-60 other brave soldiers at 42 degrees, overcast, and windy. I made a deal with myself that I would not attack until my vest came off, which ended up being about 10 miles in. Started going with moves, and was feeling ok. As the race went on, I kept feeling better, and better, and would give it a go here and there. There were about 10 mygen, and 10 PaceSetter Steel boyz in the race. No moves could really get a gap, and it looked to be coming down to a sprint. So I bided my time, and was sitting good. 500m to go, someone tries to take my front wheel out, and I unclipped for balance. Got back in, having lost 10 spots or so, and then hit it out full gas. I was passing lots of dudes, and managed to sprint for 2nd overall. 2 feet later, and I think I would have taken it, but that is the game we play. I was pretty happy with 2nd, and ready to take on race #2 later in the day.
Hit the car, BS is 143, and do am dose of basal at 8u (total 16 on board now)
Then 4u rapid, and a recovery shake with 80gm carb, 20gm protein. Hit up a sandwich shop, and thought I was good to go. 1hr 45 min before the start, I was sitting at 154. Here is where the detail think comes in. Typically 1hrs 45 min before race, if I saw 154, I would wait, and then test 20 minutes later. But, idiot me only brought 7 strips or so for the day, 5 of which were now gone. So I planned on checking 45 min before the race, and right after. 45 min before, I am feeling a little groggy, and sure enough, 54. Eat Dex4 liquid blast for the quick spike, and a snickers for duration. Then sip on hammer gel leading up to the race. Felt good starting off, aggressive, and feeling good. Then about 10 miles in, we were going slower, and I was felt like it was harder. I could just be out of shape from not riding, but it was a different kind of pain. I was taking down lots of food during the race, but apparently not enough. At the rate I was going, I was sure I was going to get dropped from an easy race. So about 2 miles before the car, I drifted to last wheel, and as everyone made a right turn to race, I made a left to the car. Checked at the car, and was 53, which explains the dead feeling out there. I was thoroughly pissed. Lining up for a race, planning on going like hell for the Win, and then this crap happened. Was I pissed at diabetes?? Yes, infuriated. But when it comes down to it, if I would have brought more strips, checked more, ate more, done things better, I would have been fine.
They say: "guns don't kill people, people kill people."
I say:
"Diabetes doesn't create problems, poor diabetes control creates problems"
In this case it was on me, and I am still pissed off at it. In the past now, lesson learned, won't let it happen again. Every year, once during training, I will go low. Then I bring too much food for the next 364 days, and it doesn't happen again. Well, this is my "I didn't bring the strips" day of the year, and it will not happen again.
This week, I am local until Thurs, when I take off for Long Beach. Going to the Diabetes Tech conference out there, and will get to talk with a lot of the inventors, scientist, engineers behind the great products, and future goods of the diabetes world. Call me a geek, but I really enjoy these meetings, and am very excited about the opp to learn while there.
Then either racing in Long Beach on Sat, or flying back to Charlotte for Rock Hill RR on Sunday. Still working out the details. Hopefully I ride once or twice before then too...ha I am back on it, and looking forward to riding again tomorrow. I hit bottom last week, and feel like I bouncing straight back to the top. Hope the ride up is a good one!
Thanks for reading.
Phil
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Diabetes Game- Travel-laundry-no bike
Howdy from Hotlanta!!!
I am so happy to be home. Granted I still am struggling to know what time zone I am on, life in my house is good. The race ended well for the team, with Jesse winning the King of the Mountains jersey, and Ken scoring a bunch of solid finishes near the end. Even through a rough race, we all had a good time together, and became closer as a unit. As the non-riding days went on, I went about doing more, and more insulin. I was up to 2x10u/day of Lantus, and up to 11 and 11 the day before we left. The plane ride again was good, and blood sugar was floating perfectly the entire day. I slept for 4 hours on the first 4.5 hour flight. Then hung out in the Tokyo airport for 5 hrs reading books, walking around, and checking email, which was good. Then slept for 8 of 13 hours on the next flight. So I got to LA thinking I was back on east coast time. Waited 3.5 hours in the airport and got on my last 4.5 hour flight back to Atl. So all in all it was about 32 hours of travel.
I walked into my house, thinking I had cleaned and organized everything, but I have never been so far from the truth. I had boxes shipped home, tons of mail, and 2 months of being away all packaged into 900 square feet... I have been spending the last 3 days trying to get organized, and failing consistently... Can anyone guess the absolute best thing about being home???
Abundance of boxers. That's right, having a never ending supply again. The days of travel, I would never wear a pair more than one day, and having only brought 5 sets for the entire trip it was a bit of a stress always having to wonder if I would get to laundry in time. No more, not at home. I am free and clear for weeks on end now, and loving it!!! Having my car, a valid driver's license, are also a bonus.
Then of course the coolest part is being around my buddies again. Monday I could not keep my eyes open at 5:30pm, took a nap, woke up at 8 to watch House and 24. Back to sleep for 9 hours.
Tuesday I commit to picking my buddy John Martin and his wife Ansley up at the airport at 9pm, then to see the crew at The Grainge for a St. Patty's celebration. Like clockwork, at 5:30 I am struggling to stay awake, and I go for my nap thinking I would wake up at 8 or so again. Well, low and behold I wake up, it is dark, grab my phone, and it is 1am!!! Wide awake, feeling like a punk and seeing 10 missed calls, made it all worse. Read for an hour, and back asleep. Spoke to Johnny in the am, and all was good.
I have been to massage 2x, and chiro 2x as I am still messed up from the crash. I guess my Sacrum is miss aligned, and essentially have a sprained butt. Dave suggested not riding to heal, as my butt is extremely flared up, which is causing near constant pain right now. Standing up, sitting down, getting in and out of bed are little torture sessions. Dave has helped some major progress today, and I am hopeful to be back on the bike tomorrow, and maybe racing this weekend. It will be interesting to see how the body reacts after this much time off. I think the rest is needed, but it will now take some time to get back into shape. I was on for 2 big races here in the US, but it doesn't make sense for 60%me to replace 100% teammate. Time to refocus, and get ready to rock soon.
Thanks for reading. I am going to go nap now... Love this jet lag.
Ciao
Phil
I am so happy to be home. Granted I still am struggling to know what time zone I am on, life in my house is good. The race ended well for the team, with Jesse winning the King of the Mountains jersey, and Ken scoring a bunch of solid finishes near the end. Even through a rough race, we all had a good time together, and became closer as a unit. As the non-riding days went on, I went about doing more, and more insulin. I was up to 2x10u/day of Lantus, and up to 11 and 11 the day before we left. The plane ride again was good, and blood sugar was floating perfectly the entire day. I slept for 4 hours on the first 4.5 hour flight. Then hung out in the Tokyo airport for 5 hrs reading books, walking around, and checking email, which was good. Then slept for 8 of 13 hours on the next flight. So I got to LA thinking I was back on east coast time. Waited 3.5 hours in the airport and got on my last 4.5 hour flight back to Atl. So all in all it was about 32 hours of travel.
I walked into my house, thinking I had cleaned and organized everything, but I have never been so far from the truth. I had boxes shipped home, tons of mail, and 2 months of being away all packaged into 900 square feet... I have been spending the last 3 days trying to get organized, and failing consistently... Can anyone guess the absolute best thing about being home???
Abundance of boxers. That's right, having a never ending supply again. The days of travel, I would never wear a pair more than one day, and having only brought 5 sets for the entire trip it was a bit of a stress always having to wonder if I would get to laundry in time. No more, not at home. I am free and clear for weeks on end now, and loving it!!! Having my car, a valid driver's license, are also a bonus.
Then of course the coolest part is being around my buddies again. Monday I could not keep my eyes open at 5:30pm, took a nap, woke up at 8 to watch House and 24. Back to sleep for 9 hours.
Tuesday I commit to picking my buddy John Martin and his wife Ansley up at the airport at 9pm, then to see the crew at The Grainge for a St. Patty's celebration. Like clockwork, at 5:30 I am struggling to stay awake, and I go for my nap thinking I would wake up at 8 or so again. Well, low and behold I wake up, it is dark, grab my phone, and it is 1am!!! Wide awake, feeling like a punk and seeing 10 missed calls, made it all worse. Read for an hour, and back asleep. Spoke to Johnny in the am, and all was good.
I have been to massage 2x, and chiro 2x as I am still messed up from the crash. I guess my Sacrum is miss aligned, and essentially have a sprained butt. Dave suggested not riding to heal, as my butt is extremely flared up, which is causing near constant pain right now. Standing up, sitting down, getting in and out of bed are little torture sessions. Dave has helped some major progress today, and I am hopeful to be back on the bike tomorrow, and maybe racing this weekend. It will be interesting to see how the body reacts after this much time off. I think the rest is needed, but it will now take some time to get back into shape. I was on for 2 big races here in the US, but it doesn't make sense for 60%me to replace 100% teammate. Time to refocus, and get ready to rock soon.
Thanks for reading. I am going to go nap now... Love this jet lag.
Ciao
Phil
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The games I play
Howdy from Taipei,
Interesting culture over here. Since exiting the race, it has been a game of dodge the scooters (LOTS of them,) breathe as little as possible (smog,) and do more, and more insulin....
So the 4th stage was a tough one to begin with. I was warming up, feeling ok, but something was not right on my shoes. I noticed that my cleats (attach to the pedals from my shoes) were moved around a lot. This is not good, as even a millimeter change here is drastic. So I switched to my spare shoes moments before the start, only my left foot was hitting the crank arm every pedal stroke. So in the neutral section I got Doug to make his best effort to change em, and I switched shoes. Chased for a few minutes got back on, and then the flag dropped and the race was on. So we start going uphill, and my left knee had a dagger going through it, so I tried to get the shoes adjusted, and began chasing back, but all this position change just wrecked me. My left leg went numb (similar to problem I had surgery on last year) and couldn't muster up any power. This would have been a hard stage regardless, but this little malfunction was exponential due to the intensity. It was a shame, as I had blood sugar nailed.
Same day, Aldo came down with a fever, and took him out. Jesse was 5th, and then Ken 7th yesterday. We may only have a couple left in the race, but they are racing as 5 men! Please keep the Team Type 1 cheers coming...
I had done an extra unit of Lantus in the am, and a small Apidra correction post breakfast. As the race was going on, my body seemed to become more efficient at burning fuel, so more basal was needed to get the fuel to the muscles. Not exactly expected, but the right decision in my opinion, in my gut... I was able to snack lightly before the start, and began the race at 200(ish) flat lined. Things were good. Didn't need to eat in the first 20 minutes, and if I had not blundered the shoe situation, would have begun to eating Dex4 in the next 25-30 minutes as the trend went down. As it was, I pulled out of the race, and went back to the bus. I had a few hours, so I finished reading: "The People of the Book" which was a good read. Recommended by a nice lady at my book store in Atl, which I get to go back to on Sunday!!!
That night, I increased basal to 10 units, or 17 total for the day. Blood sugars were good. Next morning it was 8 units, or 18 on board, and then yesterday just seemed to be injection, after injection, after injection. Now that there is no race, I want to hang around 80-120, and I think I did 13 shots yesterday trying to get there. Last night I did 12 units of Lantus, and this am, another 9, to take me back to 21 units, which is higher than I was before the race. This am, I have 3 shots in so far, and most likely another to come in the next 10 minutes as I am hovering at 150. If the arrow does not go down, it will happen.
Question I could see coming up: 13 injections in one day!!! Wouldn't it be easier to be on a pump.
Answer: For day to day life, definitely maybe! But for race life, no. Racing is #1 for me, and I want that to come first. If I would have nailed the basal, I would have not needed so many, and when it comes down to it, I have done approximately 69,000 shots in my life, so 1 or 5 more is not that big of a deal.
Today, I am going to cruise around downtown Taiwan. My bike is being used as a spare, so I have no wheels. Not ideal, so I will go walk for a nice long time, and plow through my 3rd book for the trip. I did make a comment on the smog earlier, and will try to put pictures to explain, but each and every day it has looked like it was overcast skies, cloudy as can be. The thing was there was a 0%chance of rain. The over-cast was all smog. Visibility was minimal. It think this could be a very beautiful country, but it is hard to tell when so much is blocked from view. So next time I have to do an emissions test, or take a walk, ride a train, I will do so with a smile, as I hope the US never gets as bad as it is here.
Thanks for reading, and for all of your great comments!
Ciao for now.
Phil
http://twitter.com/PhilSoutherland
www.teamtype1.org
P.S. Congrats to Morgan Patton for her first 2 wins this year!!! Start to a great year for her!
P.P.S. Now at 141, so I am gonna hold off for 20 more minutes before another shot...
Interesting culture over here. Since exiting the race, it has been a game of dodge the scooters (LOTS of them,) breathe as little as possible (smog,) and do more, and more insulin....
So the 4th stage was a tough one to begin with. I was warming up, feeling ok, but something was not right on my shoes. I noticed that my cleats (attach to the pedals from my shoes) were moved around a lot. This is not good, as even a millimeter change here is drastic. So I switched to my spare shoes moments before the start, only my left foot was hitting the crank arm every pedal stroke. So in the neutral section I got Doug to make his best effort to change em, and I switched shoes. Chased for a few minutes got back on, and then the flag dropped and the race was on. So we start going uphill, and my left knee had a dagger going through it, so I tried to get the shoes adjusted, and began chasing back, but all this position change just wrecked me. My left leg went numb (similar to problem I had surgery on last year) and couldn't muster up any power. This would have been a hard stage regardless, but this little malfunction was exponential due to the intensity. It was a shame, as I had blood sugar nailed.
Same day, Aldo came down with a fever, and took him out. Jesse was 5th, and then Ken 7th yesterday. We may only have a couple left in the race, but they are racing as 5 men! Please keep the Team Type 1 cheers coming...
I had done an extra unit of Lantus in the am, and a small Apidra correction post breakfast. As the race was going on, my body seemed to become more efficient at burning fuel, so more basal was needed to get the fuel to the muscles. Not exactly expected, but the right decision in my opinion, in my gut... I was able to snack lightly before the start, and began the race at 200(ish) flat lined. Things were good. Didn't need to eat in the first 20 minutes, and if I had not blundered the shoe situation, would have begun to eating Dex4 in the next 25-30 minutes as the trend went down. As it was, I pulled out of the race, and went back to the bus. I had a few hours, so I finished reading: "The People of the Book" which was a good read. Recommended by a nice lady at my book store in Atl, which I get to go back to on Sunday!!!
That night, I increased basal to 10 units, or 17 total for the day. Blood sugars were good. Next morning it was 8 units, or 18 on board, and then yesterday just seemed to be injection, after injection, after injection. Now that there is no race, I want to hang around 80-120, and I think I did 13 shots yesterday trying to get there. Last night I did 12 units of Lantus, and this am, another 9, to take me back to 21 units, which is higher than I was before the race. This am, I have 3 shots in so far, and most likely another to come in the next 10 minutes as I am hovering at 150. If the arrow does not go down, it will happen.
Question I could see coming up: 13 injections in one day!!! Wouldn't it be easier to be on a pump.
Answer: For day to day life, definitely maybe! But for race life, no. Racing is #1 for me, and I want that to come first. If I would have nailed the basal, I would have not needed so many, and when it comes down to it, I have done approximately 69,000 shots in my life, so 1 or 5 more is not that big of a deal.
Today, I am going to cruise around downtown Taiwan. My bike is being used as a spare, so I have no wheels. Not ideal, so I will go walk for a nice long time, and plow through my 3rd book for the trip. I did make a comment on the smog earlier, and will try to put pictures to explain, but each and every day it has looked like it was overcast skies, cloudy as can be. The thing was there was a 0%chance of rain. The over-cast was all smog. Visibility was minimal. It think this could be a very beautiful country, but it is hard to tell when so much is blocked from view. So next time I have to do an emissions test, or take a walk, ride a train, I will do so with a smile, as I hope the US never gets as bad as it is here.
Thanks for reading, and for all of your great comments!
Ciao for now.
Phil
http://twitter.com/PhilSoutherland
www.teamtype1.org
P.S. Congrats to Morgan Patton for her first 2 wins this year!!! Start to a great year for her!
P.P.S. Now at 141, so I am gonna hold off for 20 more minutes before another shot...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Tour Taiwan-2 wheels on ground please...
Howdy from another Hotel...
I hope everyone is rocking. So yesterday am, I went with the guy for 6u, which did not seem to be enough. We had a 140km stage lined up, and another 30 minutes of riding before hand, albeit very slow. Still, I was on the start line with a BS of 240 with an arrow going straight up. So I thought, how about bring it down, by what, insulin??? Nope, attacking! Early in the stage things were aggressive. I went with the first 3 moves, and was thinking, wow, glad this hill is over. But then, I saw that it was just beginning. We were on this really cool twisty, winding upward road, and lined out single file. I was in the red starting the climb, and practically going cross-eyed in pain to hold the wheel. It typically takes my engine a little while to get going, so this was not so shocking to be hurting this early. As the road tilted for one last steep pitch (didn't know it at the time) I decided I was going to ride my pace, and drifted a bit, and then a yee-ha!!! As we were at the top. It was a nice long downhill, and it took me a while to recover. Then Aldo went off the front, and Jesse, and Ken were covering tons of moves. The first sprint of the day Aldo took 2nd, and then we rode in the gutter for a long while as their was a stiff crosswind. The crosswinds are not so fun, as you are riding as far to one side of the road as possible, with very little draft, and hoping nothing pops up, as reaction time is minimal. Then just as the race was getting tough, Jesse made the break, and things eased up. Thanks Jess! We rode near the front for the next hour or so. Joe was the man here, riding in the wind to keep the boyz protected. At some point, teams started to get jumpy, and it was attack, stop, attack, stop for a long time. I covered about 15 moves in a row, which took it's toll. We got to the circuits, and it was 100% for Aldo here. One more spint, and some full gas riding to get there. This was a nice big crit, and in the gutter dying for a lot of it. At one point I made a BIG rookie mistake as we were coming into a left turn, I got gaped through it. I couldn't close it, and Aldo was on my wheel, so I slung him, and then was hung out to dry on the let, with a brutal cross coming from the left. Ken later told me I should have just swung right, as if I would have gotten a little protection, would have been fine, but I went right out the arse... Aldo won that intermediate sprint, and then 3 guys got away. Ken and Jess worked hard, and Aldo was set up, but a skipping chain caused him to lose the sprint. Team was gelling, and success will come soon.
Last night: 8u Lantus, 3u Apidra at dinner, and a high BS through the night. I gave 1 correction of 1u at bed time, added another unit of Lantus to make 9 total, and then another correction at some hour of the night, and 1 more at about 4am, to wake up at 105. I was so tired, that I fell right back asleep after all of em, so no love lost. Thanks Navigator for making sure I started the day right. I saw a comment ? about the lack of sleep and performance: I am a glass half full kind of guy. Theoretically, every time you fall asleep, you produce more growth hormone. And it is also good to keep the metabolism going with calories in the night. So when my alarm goes off, and I wake up to do a correction, I make sure and get about 20-30 calories from a protein shake, and then crash asleep again, knowing on a few levels, it is gonna help. Would I rather sleep through the night, without waking up? Of course, but I am pretty sure it is not affecting my performance in a negative way, and may even be helping.
This am, I did 6u Apidra, ate a good breakfast, and started the trend up for race time. I was too high, and didn't really need to eat. I felt pretty crappy today, and of minimal help to the team. Ken, Joe, and Aldo were aggressive early on, then Jesse was the man again for a good while. I was able to cover a few big moves, but then just suffering out there. Stage races are like that, and hopefully it means tomorrow will bring good legs. With about 6 to go, I was mid pack, and it was time to get to the front to help set up the train. So I pop into a harder gear, and start moving up the left side. Then I see a crash, and about 20 some odd guys piled up, as I am doing 30+mph. I slammed the brakes only to hit a guy, and fly over the bars AGAIN. I look, and one of the bikes ahead of me is an Orbea team bike, but I don't see anyone. I am doing circles looking for me teammate, and even looking in the bushes. Then like magic Ken appeared shorts, and jersey torn to grab his bike. We, along with 40 others went to the pit, and got in with 3 to go. Ken went straight into leadout mode, and he and Jess got Aldo into a good position. Aldo got boxed, and then without sprinting was able to get 5th or 6th. Still not what we are looking for, but we are getting closer to the W! My sacrum is still killing me from the first crash, and now I have a nice little hematoma on my quad from the 2nd. Tomorrow starts with a big climb, then a lot of flat, and then a 1km steep one for the finish.
As for the diabetes game. It has not been too complicated here. But I think I need to go up, so tonight, I am gonna hit 10u Lantus. I want to race tomorrow with a BG around 150. I have been running higher, and doing good, but unable to eat much during the stages. This is walking a fine line, as if I do too much basal, then I will have to eat tons during the stage. So if I am running too hot, so to speak in the am, then I can back down to 5u of Lantus for my morning dose. If not, then I will do 6, and hopefully be perfect for the stage.
Gotta get Ken a beer tonight, as he is pretty banged up, but he is a great teammate, and really did impress us all today. Hopefully I can not crash tomorrow...
Ciao for now! Thanks for reading.
Phil
Team Type 1
www.teamtype1.org
I hope everyone is rocking. So yesterday am, I went with the guy for 6u, which did not seem to be enough. We had a 140km stage lined up, and another 30 minutes of riding before hand, albeit very slow. Still, I was on the start line with a BS of 240 with an arrow going straight up. So I thought, how about bring it down, by what, insulin??? Nope, attacking! Early in the stage things were aggressive. I went with the first 3 moves, and was thinking, wow, glad this hill is over. But then, I saw that it was just beginning. We were on this really cool twisty, winding upward road, and lined out single file. I was in the red starting the climb, and practically going cross-eyed in pain to hold the wheel. It typically takes my engine a little while to get going, so this was not so shocking to be hurting this early. As the road tilted for one last steep pitch (didn't know it at the time) I decided I was going to ride my pace, and drifted a bit, and then a yee-ha!!! As we were at the top. It was a nice long downhill, and it took me a while to recover. Then Aldo went off the front, and Jesse, and Ken were covering tons of moves. The first sprint of the day Aldo took 2nd, and then we rode in the gutter for a long while as their was a stiff crosswind. The crosswinds are not so fun, as you are riding as far to one side of the road as possible, with very little draft, and hoping nothing pops up, as reaction time is minimal. Then just as the race was getting tough, Jesse made the break, and things eased up. Thanks Jess! We rode near the front for the next hour or so. Joe was the man here, riding in the wind to keep the boyz protected. At some point, teams started to get jumpy, and it was attack, stop, attack, stop for a long time. I covered about 15 moves in a row, which took it's toll. We got to the circuits, and it was 100% for Aldo here. One more spint, and some full gas riding to get there. This was a nice big crit, and in the gutter dying for a lot of it. At one point I made a BIG rookie mistake as we were coming into a left turn, I got gaped through it. I couldn't close it, and Aldo was on my wheel, so I slung him, and then was hung out to dry on the let, with a brutal cross coming from the left. Ken later told me I should have just swung right, as if I would have gotten a little protection, would have been fine, but I went right out the arse... Aldo won that intermediate sprint, and then 3 guys got away. Ken and Jess worked hard, and Aldo was set up, but a skipping chain caused him to lose the sprint. Team was gelling, and success will come soon.
Last night: 8u Lantus, 3u Apidra at dinner, and a high BS through the night. I gave 1 correction of 1u at bed time, added another unit of Lantus to make 9 total, and then another correction at some hour of the night, and 1 more at about 4am, to wake up at 105. I was so tired, that I fell right back asleep after all of em, so no love lost. Thanks Navigator for making sure I started the day right. I saw a comment ? about the lack of sleep and performance: I am a glass half full kind of guy. Theoretically, every time you fall asleep, you produce more growth hormone. And it is also good to keep the metabolism going with calories in the night. So when my alarm goes off, and I wake up to do a correction, I make sure and get about 20-30 calories from a protein shake, and then crash asleep again, knowing on a few levels, it is gonna help. Would I rather sleep through the night, without waking up? Of course, but I am pretty sure it is not affecting my performance in a negative way, and may even be helping.
This am, I did 6u Apidra, ate a good breakfast, and started the trend up for race time. I was too high, and didn't really need to eat. I felt pretty crappy today, and of minimal help to the team. Ken, Joe, and Aldo were aggressive early on, then Jesse was the man again for a good while. I was able to cover a few big moves, but then just suffering out there. Stage races are like that, and hopefully it means tomorrow will bring good legs. With about 6 to go, I was mid pack, and it was time to get to the front to help set up the train. So I pop into a harder gear, and start moving up the left side. Then I see a crash, and about 20 some odd guys piled up, as I am doing 30+mph. I slammed the brakes only to hit a guy, and fly over the bars AGAIN. I look, and one of the bikes ahead of me is an Orbea team bike, but I don't see anyone. I am doing circles looking for me teammate, and even looking in the bushes. Then like magic Ken appeared shorts, and jersey torn to grab his bike. We, along with 40 others went to the pit, and got in with 3 to go. Ken went straight into leadout mode, and he and Jess got Aldo into a good position. Aldo got boxed, and then without sprinting was able to get 5th or 6th. Still not what we are looking for, but we are getting closer to the W! My sacrum is still killing me from the first crash, and now I have a nice little hematoma on my quad from the 2nd. Tomorrow starts with a big climb, then a lot of flat, and then a 1km steep one for the finish.
As for the diabetes game. It has not been too complicated here. But I think I need to go up, so tonight, I am gonna hit 10u Lantus. I want to race tomorrow with a BG around 150. I have been running higher, and doing good, but unable to eat much during the stages. This is walking a fine line, as if I do too much basal, then I will have to eat tons during the stage. So if I am running too hot, so to speak in the am, then I can back down to 5u of Lantus for my morning dose. If not, then I will do 6, and hopefully be perfect for the stage.
Gotta get Ken a beer tonight, as he is pretty banged up, but he is a great teammate, and really did impress us all today. Hopefully I can not crash tomorrow...
Ciao for now! Thanks for reading.
Phil
Team Type 1
www.teamtype1.org
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