My new friend Chris Angell the founder of www.glucolift.com brought some samples for all us wonderful diabetics at Ragnar, and he also brought these new tasty astaxanthin bars. Now you are all saying "What is this astaxanthin you speak of?" Truth be told I don't know but, the package says it is one part unicorn blood, one part leprechaun pee, and one part dried pancreas. No, I am just joking the package says it is a natural supercharged antioxidant derived from microalgae grown on the shores of Hawaii.
I am not sure how you pronounce the name but I guess and say: ass-tax bar. Pretty sure that is wrong but it helps me remember the name and how to spell it. The thing about these bars is that they are like heaven in my mouth or as I described while eating the chocolate, peanut, and caramel bar for the first time: like a mouth orgasm. These things are wonderful and promote joint health and also has 20g's of protein in them. That makes these bars the tri-fecta of wonderfulness with protein, antioxidants, and great taste. Then there is the bad part to all of this, these bars. They are not for sale at your local store or the inter-web and the only place you can get these is southern California because they are so new to the market. So, I am down to one last bar and waiting for the perfect moment to indulge myself until these guys go nationwide. You can go to the website: www.AstaXinc.com and demand these bars be sold on the inter-web so that you too can have heaven in your mouth. Until you do I will be the only one to have had a piece of healthy heaven in my mouth.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Over-Reaching
Sunday was the Tri for Humanity and for some odd feeling last month I saw the ad to sign up and also get 10% off registration when using this code thingy so I decided to do it. I was like "This is a sprint triathlon and I am currently swimming, cycling, and running so why not do this triathlon?" The swim was a 400m in a small lake, the cycling portion was a 12 mile double loop, and the run was a 5k so everything sounds great right?
The race day temperature of the water was a nice 65 degrees and I was at the event an hour early to sort out diabetes and all my "What if" situations I could think of. Thirty minutes before the event they opened up the lake to test out the water and loosen up. At that point I was like do I get in the water and see what 65 degrees feels like or just wait till we line up for the start? I chose the second option which probably was the wrong one. Once we got in the water it actually felt quite nice and I had just bought a wet suit off of craigslist (everyone I know kept telling me Dave you know what people do in those things right? Like I don't know people swim in a wet suit) which fit me perfect and I really liked the extra buoyancy it gave me in the water. Then the race started and I was feeling fine fresh and foxy till the water temperature hit my chest and caused my sinus to drain down my throat which led to my heart racing to 170bps and that is when my breathing was shot and I had to milk it in the rest of the way.
By the time I finished the swim I felt like I couldn't breath and I was coughing up some real nice bloody snot. Then it hit me, listening to all those time Vic told me to push through the now tight chest, coughing, and bloody snot I was spitting out and just get on my bike and start riding. The first loop of 6 miles I sounded like an emphysema patient that had escaped the hospital and by the run my breathing settled into a nice watery wheezing. The good thing was that I recovered at mile 2 of the run and picked up my pace for the last 1.2 miles and finished strong.
Now was this smart of me to jump right into a triathlon one week after Ragnar? Probably not and I think that is why you all read this blog is to keep checking for the funeral notice but not today my friends, I finished this triathlon and now have a base to work off of and another race in the win, no I mean finished column. My friend Don likes one of my classic sayings is that if you are having a bad day at whatever you are doing (running, walking, biking, swimming, or knitting) stop trying to beat yourself up about having a bad day and relax and just work on one thing and learn from it. That is exactly what I did and am going to keep doing from this current episode of "I shouldn't be alive" and work on my transition from biking to running, my splits, swimming, and look for some sort of diabetes friendly decongestant if this happens again, oh and yeah get my butt in the water and warm up before the race starts. The bad times are when you learn the most about yourself. I learned I look like a dork in a tank top, wear old man sunglasses, and take to many vanity pictures of myself.
The race day temperature of the water was a nice 65 degrees and I was at the event an hour early to sort out diabetes and all my "What if" situations I could think of. Thirty minutes before the event they opened up the lake to test out the water and loosen up. At that point I was like do I get in the water and see what 65 degrees feels like or just wait till we line up for the start? I chose the second option which probably was the wrong one. Once we got in the water it actually felt quite nice and I had just bought a wet suit off of craigslist (everyone I know kept telling me Dave you know what people do in those things right? Like I don't know people swim in a wet suit) which fit me perfect and I really liked the extra buoyancy it gave me in the water. Then the race started and I was feeling fine fresh and foxy till the water temperature hit my chest and caused my sinus to drain down my throat which led to my heart racing to 170bps and that is when my breathing was shot and I had to milk it in the rest of the way.
By the time I finished the swim I felt like I couldn't breath and I was coughing up some real nice bloody snot. Then it hit me, listening to all those time Vic told me to push through the now tight chest, coughing, and bloody snot I was spitting out and just get on my bike and start riding. The first loop of 6 miles I sounded like an emphysema patient that had escaped the hospital and by the run my breathing settled into a nice watery wheezing. The good thing was that I recovered at mile 2 of the run and picked up my pace for the last 1.2 miles and finished strong.
Now was this smart of me to jump right into a triathlon one week after Ragnar? Probably not and I think that is why you all read this blog is to keep checking for the funeral notice but not today my friends, I finished this triathlon and now have a base to work off of and another race in the win, no I mean finished column. My friend Don likes one of my classic sayings is that if you are having a bad day at whatever you are doing (running, walking, biking, swimming, or knitting) stop trying to beat yourself up about having a bad day and relax and just work on one thing and learn from it. That is exactly what I did and am going to keep doing from this current episode of "I shouldn't be alive" and work on my transition from biking to running, my splits, swimming, and look for some sort of diabetes friendly decongestant if this happens again, oh and yeah get my butt in the water and warm up before the race starts. The bad times are when you learn the most about yourself. I learned I look like a dork in a tank top, wear old man sunglasses, and take to many vanity pictures of myself.
Friday, April 26, 2013
The G-Zone
One of the people I had a very limited time with during Ragnar was Dr. Mark McCullough. Dr. McCullough was on the ultra team and had flight delays and made it to the event very late in the night. Also I can't believe that I didn't snap a single picture of him and I together so I just took a picture of him on the back of his book. Either I am losing my tourist skills or just getting lazy.
When I did get a chance to sit and talk to him after the event I played my usual 20 questions and got to know the good doctor quite well in a couple of hours. We discussed a bit of his book called: The G-Zone and how glucose affects our bodies. This little amount of time with the good doctor was basically a good life changing moment for me. He discussed simple things I was doing to reduce my insulin sensitivity such as the bag of jelly beans I was using to try to keep myself above 60. The jelly beans were of course high fructose corn syrup which I already knew that but thought they were OK since they were a fat free BG raiser for me and they sit on my tummy well. Then we discussed how the processed corn syrup actually made me insulin resistant and the processing and dyes in the beans are harmful in ways that reduce my sports endurance (I need alot more sports endurance). Later that night I gave the rest of the bag of jelly beans to a homeless person and he was very grateful, even though he wanted beer or money instead of jelly beans. Looking back now I might have created another diabetic and maybe the jelly beans should have been placed in the trash or something.
The last thing I did before Dr. Mark went to his room to rest for his early flight in the morning was bug him just enough to give me a copy of his book and if that isn't far enough I even had him sign it with a personal note to me. Diabetes now gives me an excuse to almost demand crap from people or at least I like to use it that way. He was not bothered by my needy-ness and I got my personalized and autographed book from Dr. Mark.
Now I was not going to just sit this book on my coffee table, the things Dr. Mark and I discussed sounded very good and if I am to ever have a six pack that is not covered in insulin laden fat then I was going to give this book a try. So far I am on chapter four and it is actually a good book to read. Some of the information is very basic for diabetics. I think it is the constant medical information we have thrown at us that we are doctors by default but the easy and simple things Dr. Mark has in the book is working on me. One of the things he says to do is take your weight and divide it in half and whatever that number is you need to drink that much water in ounces every day. So say I were a 200 pounder, divide that by 2 and you get 100 and so I need to drink 100 ounces of water a day (if I were a 200 pound person). Probably the neatest part of the book is his relationship with his wife. One point he talks about his son and how he has a disease (sorry I can't remember which one) but their physician told them he would basically grow up and push a broom for a living. That is when his wife said "If he is going to push a broom it will be for us at our company." That is the power of positive thinking and Dr. Mark became a chiropractor. Check out more on Dr. Mark McCullough at www.doctorMarkMcCullough.com and definitely buy a copy of his book.
When I did get a chance to sit and talk to him after the event I played my usual 20 questions and got to know the good doctor quite well in a couple of hours. We discussed a bit of his book called: The G-Zone and how glucose affects our bodies. This little amount of time with the good doctor was basically a good life changing moment for me. He discussed simple things I was doing to reduce my insulin sensitivity such as the bag of jelly beans I was using to try to keep myself above 60. The jelly beans were of course high fructose corn syrup which I already knew that but thought they were OK since they were a fat free BG raiser for me and they sit on my tummy well. Then we discussed how the processed corn syrup actually made me insulin resistant and the processing and dyes in the beans are harmful in ways that reduce my sports endurance (I need alot more sports endurance). Later that night I gave the rest of the bag of jelly beans to a homeless person and he was very grateful, even though he wanted beer or money instead of jelly beans. Looking back now I might have created another diabetic and maybe the jelly beans should have been placed in the trash or something.
The last thing I did before Dr. Mark went to his room to rest for his early flight in the morning was bug him just enough to give me a copy of his book and if that isn't far enough I even had him sign it with a personal note to me. Diabetes now gives me an excuse to almost demand crap from people or at least I like to use it that way. He was not bothered by my needy-ness and I got my personalized and autographed book from Dr. Mark.
Now I was not going to just sit this book on my coffee table, the things Dr. Mark and I discussed sounded very good and if I am to ever have a six pack that is not covered in insulin laden fat then I was going to give this book a try. So far I am on chapter four and it is actually a good book to read. Some of the information is very basic for diabetics. I think it is the constant medical information we have thrown at us that we are doctors by default but the easy and simple things Dr. Mark has in the book is working on me. One of the things he says to do is take your weight and divide it in half and whatever that number is you need to drink that much water in ounces every day. So say I were a 200 pounder, divide that by 2 and you get 100 and so I need to drink 100 ounces of water a day (if I were a 200 pound person). Probably the neatest part of the book is his relationship with his wife. One point he talks about his son and how he has a disease (sorry I can't remember which one) but their physician told them he would basically grow up and push a broom for a living. That is when his wife said "If he is going to push a broom it will be for us at our company." That is the power of positive thinking and Dr. Mark became a chiropractor. Check out more on Dr. Mark McCullough at www.doctorMarkMcCullough.com and definitely buy a copy of his book.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
My diabetic super hero.
So one of my diabetic inspirations is my good buddy Vic. In the picture above you can see him with his finger in his ear not because I am annoying (yes I am very annoying) but because he works almost as hard as he competes. He was on a conference call the moment he stepped off his plane.
You are asking yourself what is so neat about this Vic character, first of all he has completed several ironman events. Next he lives how a diabetic should live, moderation in everything. Last he will give any diabetic the ironman t-shirt right off his back to help out a fellow diabetic. Then he volunteers and gets people motivated at events. Also he is not a super sport snob like most awesome athletes are, Vic will help a runner training for a 1k fun run or another iron-person with a sore hip-flexer.
Then there is the part of Vic that I can't or have never made mad and trust me I tried to be a little irritating just to see where to draw the line and he didn't flinch one bit and kept right with me the whole event. One point while he was running he gave me his sunglasses (very expensive) and I got to run up a hill with him while handing him a bottle of water. Later that night he was resting his head in our van at like one in the morning and I asked him if he would like to hear some jokes, knowing full and well that he wanted sleep and he said yeah lets hear them. When the Ragnar was over a bunch of us went to a few bars and Vic and I even went club hopping once the rest went back for sleep. That is a man of nerves, steel, and diabetes.
Now the funny part about Vic is that the first time he met me he could not stand me or be around me. I think then the inner diabetic child Vic inside him told him that he was to be my inspiration and something warm and fuzzy changed and we are best buds now. Vic even told me to train hard for next years Denver half iron so we can do another event together. Can you imagine that? Me doing an event like that but, that is what Vic does he inspires us to be more diabetic.
You are asking yourself what is so neat about this Vic character, first of all he has completed several ironman events. Next he lives how a diabetic should live, moderation in everything. Last he will give any diabetic the ironman t-shirt right off his back to help out a fellow diabetic. Then he volunteers and gets people motivated at events. Also he is not a super sport snob like most awesome athletes are, Vic will help a runner training for a 1k fun run or another iron-person with a sore hip-flexer.
Then there is the part of Vic that I can't or have never made mad and trust me I tried to be a little irritating just to see where to draw the line and he didn't flinch one bit and kept right with me the whole event. One point while he was running he gave me his sunglasses (very expensive) and I got to run up a hill with him while handing him a bottle of water. Later that night he was resting his head in our van at like one in the morning and I asked him if he would like to hear some jokes, knowing full and well that he wanted sleep and he said yeah lets hear them. When the Ragnar was over a bunch of us went to a few bars and Vic and I even went club hopping once the rest went back for sleep. That is a man of nerves, steel, and diabetes.
Now the funny part about Vic is that the first time he met me he could not stand me or be around me. I think then the inner diabetic child Vic inside him told him that he was to be my inspiration and something warm and fuzzy changed and we are best buds now. Vic even told me to train hard for next years Denver half iron so we can do another event together. Can you imagine that? Me doing an event like that but, that is what Vic does he inspires us to be more diabetic.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Why?
Yes, I am still talking about Ragnar and I always get the question of "Why do you run this event that is 200 miles with a group of 12 people split into 2 vans for 30 some odd hours?" The reason for me is that it is so much freaking fun to see that there are crazier people out there than you are and it gives me ideas. Here I am in front of a van done up like a bunny rabbit.
Here I am in front of a van that had a Mexican flag on the front (if this is not the Mexican flag then please tell me because it looked Mexican). They saw me shooting this picture and came over to see if I was tagging their van. There are games within the game.
Not just that you dress up your party van but alot of people dress up themselves. This guy took a hunters turkey decoy, cut out the bottom, added some flair and made a hat out of it. He told me it was crazy hard to run with it on in the wind. The wind pushed his turkey head all over the trail.
This guy and his whole team wore lone ranger masks and he even had a cape.
This whole team wore cat in the hat outfits. OK so it was just a hat and a red tie thing with green shirts on underneath but still more than what I did.
Now these guys took grand prise by my standards, they had real deal wrestler costumes with the full masks and everything. They even ran with the mask on and capes.
Not sure if this guy was in costume or had a paper clip accident at work but loved the eye patch.
This team wore giant hats and they kept passing us and we would pass them. Not sure how the hat stayed on but never saw it on the ground.
This team I referred to as the "Nerds" had tight cut off dress slacks made into running shorts, white shirts and ties on. When I took this picture the girl standing next to me (not pictured) had a glass and I was drunk just from the smell coming from it. This photo was taken at 8:00am in the morning.
This was the panda van and next to me you can see a "must dash" on the driver window, that is a tag from "must dash" team. Not sure why these people were the pandas either?
Here is one of the "must dash" group, they all had fake mustaches. This girl seemed kind of stoned but did not smell like it or anything. Maybe just high on Ragnar.
Of course there were tons of pretty people and even more pretty laddies. We were at all the same rest stops with these girls so I took a picture with them.
This team turned on this boom box every time their runner came to an exchange. At the last major exchange (where you switch vans on the course) they had a zumba party bust out and you know me I joined in.
See any big race has weirdos and funny people but Ragnar puts your weird and funny to the test because it spans two days so can you wear a too-too for that long or a cat in the hat outfit while pooping in a porta-potty? Then live in a van with 5 other people and the smell just gets bad as the day goes on. So the hard part about Ragnar is the waiting for your time to run, living with other people always in your space, no sleep, all the other teams, eating at weird hours since you have to wait for a descent meal at your major exchange. Oh yeah I almost forgot they had a rave going on at our 2nd or 3rd major exchange that was in the middle of the night, disco ball, DJ and fire pits.
Here I am in front of a van that had a Mexican flag on the front (if this is not the Mexican flag then please tell me because it looked Mexican). They saw me shooting this picture and came over to see if I was tagging their van. There are games within the game.
Not just that you dress up your party van but alot of people dress up themselves. This guy took a hunters turkey decoy, cut out the bottom, added some flair and made a hat out of it. He told me it was crazy hard to run with it on in the wind. The wind pushed his turkey head all over the trail.
This guy and his whole team wore lone ranger masks and he even had a cape.
This whole team wore cat in the hat outfits. OK so it was just a hat and a red tie thing with green shirts on underneath but still more than what I did.
Now these guys took grand prise by my standards, they had real deal wrestler costumes with the full masks and everything. They even ran with the mask on and capes.
Not sure if this guy was in costume or had a paper clip accident at work but loved the eye patch.
This team wore giant hats and they kept passing us and we would pass them. Not sure how the hat stayed on but never saw it on the ground.
This team I referred to as the "Nerds" had tight cut off dress slacks made into running shorts, white shirts and ties on. When I took this picture the girl standing next to me (not pictured) had a glass and I was drunk just from the smell coming from it. This photo was taken at 8:00am in the morning.
This was the panda van and next to me you can see a "must dash" on the driver window, that is a tag from "must dash" team. Not sure why these people were the pandas either?
Here is one of the "must dash" group, they all had fake mustaches. This girl seemed kind of stoned but did not smell like it or anything. Maybe just high on Ragnar.
Of course there were tons of pretty people and even more pretty laddies. We were at all the same rest stops with these girls so I took a picture with them.
This team turned on this boom box every time their runner came to an exchange. At the last major exchange (where you switch vans on the course) they had a zumba party bust out and you know me I joined in.
See any big race has weirdos and funny people but Ragnar puts your weird and funny to the test because it spans two days so can you wear a too-too for that long or a cat in the hat outfit while pooping in a porta-potty? Then live in a van with 5 other people and the smell just gets bad as the day goes on. So the hard part about Ragnar is the waiting for your time to run, living with other people always in your space, no sleep, all the other teams, eating at weird hours since you have to wait for a descent meal at your major exchange. Oh yeah I almost forgot they had a rave going on at our 2nd or 3rd major exchange that was in the middle of the night, disco ball, DJ and fire pits.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Glucolift
During Ragnar I met all sorts of over the top interesting people that make my life seem little compared to what they do. In the picture above is me photo bombing Chris Angell which is the founder of Glucolift the all natural glucose tablet. So I played my usual 20 questions with him to get the reason he started glucolift and also what the future plans were for the product.
Glucolift is a pretty awesome glucose tablet if you have never tried it that might be because it is purchased through the inter-web www.glucolift.com They have three flavors that all rock but the orange cream is just like a dream-sickle pop sickle or like an orange Julius. Chris was telling me that alot of the reason behind Glucolift is that he did not like the flavor of what was on the shelf currently and also none of it was all natural so of course like we all do (just kidding) he started Glucolift and changed the world of glucose tablets. It is nice to meet Chris and find out he is not an evil corporation out just milking money from diabetics but he is actually one himself and started this to help us out.
Chris is a man with a company that gives back and he sponsored our Ragnar teams, ran on the ultra team and he even got out and painted the vans with his blue rocket ship. The rocket ship on our van kind of had a bit of a belly so everyone kept asking if Glucolift was some sort of whale we were raising money for or something. Doing things like this creates such positive momentum in any diabetics life. Now I am friends with more diabetics, we all are now wanting to do more events which means staying in shape, and last it is nice to talk to others and find out that you are not the only diabetic that does stupid things but we all do something our doctors would punch us for. I saw my friend Vic put a second pump site on and I was like what the heck is he doing. Then he explained how he had just a little bit of insulin left in the pump and we were heading out so instead of waste he just had a new site ready and when he ran out of insulin he changed sites with nobody even knowing. See I do learn new ways to cheat the system.
Glucolift is a pretty awesome glucose tablet if you have never tried it that might be because it is purchased through the inter-web www.glucolift.com They have three flavors that all rock but the orange cream is just like a dream-sickle pop sickle or like an orange Julius. Chris was telling me that alot of the reason behind Glucolift is that he did not like the flavor of what was on the shelf currently and also none of it was all natural so of course like we all do (just kidding) he started Glucolift and changed the world of glucose tablets. It is nice to meet Chris and find out he is not an evil corporation out just milking money from diabetics but he is actually one himself and started this to help us out.
Chris is a man with a company that gives back and he sponsored our Ragnar teams, ran on the ultra team and he even got out and painted the vans with his blue rocket ship. The rocket ship on our van kind of had a bit of a belly so everyone kept asking if Glucolift was some sort of whale we were raising money for or something. Doing things like this creates such positive momentum in any diabetics life. Now I am friends with more diabetics, we all are now wanting to do more events which means staying in shape, and last it is nice to talk to others and find out that you are not the only diabetic that does stupid things but we all do something our doctors would punch us for. I saw my friend Vic put a second pump site on and I was like what the heck is he doing. Then he explained how he had just a little bit of insulin left in the pump and we were heading out so instead of waste he just had a new site ready and when he ran out of insulin he changed sites with nobody even knowing. See I do learn new ways to cheat the system.
Monday, April 22, 2013
The Diabetes Ragnar Build Up
I just returned from Ragnar SoCal and if you remember I participated in Ragnar DelSol in Phoenix. SoCal starts in Huntington beach and we run 195 miles to San Diego. Our team had a brisk 5:00am start and I was runner number one. So you know what I did, I slept in my running gear. I figured I was going to be wearing it for the next 35 hours or so and what is a few more hours.
What I learned at DelSol is that hotel rooms lack enough diabetes plugs, especially diabetics that are about to live life on the road as a traveling gypsy van. I brought my own power strip so that we could leave the lights plugged in the room and also charge everything up. I did bring an inverter for the van but it failed after about 12 hours. Not sure if we pushed the 75 watt inverter too hard or if just my cheap stuff broke.
We all learned from DelSol and this time our van was decorated by Glucolift the all natural low blood sugar treatment. If you have never tried their orange creme than you don't know what heaven is like during a low until you do. It is like a slice of low BG heaven in your mouth. The funny thing about decorating our van is that the logo for Glucolift is a blue rocket ship but, when you hand draw it on a van for some reason it turns into a giant whale. So we had lots of fun with the beached whale jokes.
I was so ready for the porta-potties this time. I was almost excited to use them I was so prepped for them. I did alot better this time than last but the time change and eating a lower carb diet caused for a few lows and I must admit when we were at the beach for the dawn phenom surf party I needed a glucagon injection. So now I had fun and learned even more and will be faster next time, more diabetic next time, and other stuff to improve my Ragnar'ness or something.
What I learned at DelSol is that hotel rooms lack enough diabetes plugs, especially diabetics that are about to live life on the road as a traveling gypsy van. I brought my own power strip so that we could leave the lights plugged in the room and also charge everything up. I did bring an inverter for the van but it failed after about 12 hours. Not sure if we pushed the 75 watt inverter too hard or if just my cheap stuff broke.
We all learned from DelSol and this time our van was decorated by Glucolift the all natural low blood sugar treatment. If you have never tried their orange creme than you don't know what heaven is like during a low until you do. It is like a slice of low BG heaven in your mouth. The funny thing about decorating our van is that the logo for Glucolift is a blue rocket ship but, when you hand draw it on a van for some reason it turns into a giant whale. So we had lots of fun with the beached whale jokes.
I was so ready for the porta-potties this time. I was almost excited to use them I was so prepped for them. I did alot better this time than last but the time change and eating a lower carb diet caused for a few lows and I must admit when we were at the beach for the dawn phenom surf party I needed a glucagon injection. So now I had fun and learned even more and will be faster next time, more diabetic next time, and other stuff to improve my Ragnar'ness or something.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Ragnar here I come!
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