Experimenting with exercise
It’s finally happened. After procrastinating for ages, I put on my fake Nikes and went out jogging. Those pandemic pounds have to go. Also, I’m in the market of living forever after reading David Sinclair’s book on the topic. And with cellular programming far away on the horizon, going for a run seems to be the best available route to life extension. That and fasting, which we’ve already got covered.
It’s the first actual exercise I’ve done since my type 1 diabetes diagnosis, and it showed. Because I didn’t want to provoke a heart attack, I did interval training with five minutes of jogging followed by five minutes of leisurely strolling along the river bank. I’m so out of shape that I would still classify this as strenuous exercise. The people who were out on their evening walk gave me sympathetic looks. Judging from the way I was sweating and bright red in the face, it must have appeared I was running in from Brno.
My blood sugar went from 4.5 mmol/l (81 mg/dl) pre-run to 6.5 mmol/l (117 mg/dl) post-run. It’s not a big spike, considering how much adrenaline I must have released during the forty-minute torture session. When I used to work busy night shifts in a bar, I saw much higher spikes than that. I forgot to anticipate the dive in blood glucose after my muscles recovered and took in the excess sugar, which caused a hypo. I learned my lesson and will lower my insulin dose for dinner after the next fitness session, scheduled in two days.
Now I need a day to recover before getting back to my personal goal of becoming a running goddess. I anticipate a sad day tomorrow where I’ll barely be able to move because my muscles will be so sore. Even though I did all the stretching bent over in all sorts of cool ways in the local square. I’m part of the fitness crowd now. Updates will follow. In the meantime, please envision me running along as one of those horses in the picture above. I’ll get there sooner than later.