Saturday went absolutely perfect, I was able to go pickup my bib number with no problems. Everything was perfect, I can't say that enough!!! My blood sugar was at 130 almost all day, my normal slight low before lunch at 12:30 but with everything that was going it was perfect. Saturday night was very exciting, a huge bowl of pasta and being asleep before 9pm. My only worry before bed was the time change, I was worried about changing the time on my pump and how it would effect everything. I had no problems until 2am when my blood sugar was at 260 because I didn't cover the pasta properly, I took 2.4 units and returned to bed with no problems.
Marathon Sunday started at 4:30 with a blood sugar of 71. Lower than I would've liked but after being close to 300 at 2am I will take it. I had some apple juice and a Nature Valley bar and was all set. With my blood sugar where it should be I could focus on the marathon, when i arrived at the Staten Island Ferry it all began to hit me. As I left my family I couldn't help but think this is it and I better get focused or this marathon will destroy me before I begin. I'm sure I will say this again but the police presence was amazing all day long, the ferry had a police escort and so did the busses. I loved it, it was one less thing I had to worry about, having bomb sniffing dogs and at least three cops at every bus and entrance was amazing. I arrived at my marathon starting village around 7:30am, I would have almost two hours of down time until I had to lineup for the start. I found a very comfortable sand bag to rest my head on as I enjoyed my coffee, half of a bagel and took a nap. As the start got closer my blood sugar crept up, I was at 240 an hour before the start, knowing that I had the bagel I took 1.6 units and then set a 54% temp basal that would run while I ran the marathon. The waiting corral and start line were the best part of the day, so many different nationalities coming together as one to run the marathon. The nervous energy was crazy, as the national anthem played the goosebumps came over me. Almost five years ago I was told I should be dead and now I'm running the biggest and best marathon in the world!!
As the gun went off I was shocked that I was actually able to run, not at my normal pace but I had enough room to get in to my ten minute mile pace and enjoy the run. About five minutes in my pump beeped and told me I was at 304, after an oh crap I tested while on the Verrazano bridge and was at 197. I don't know why but before major runs my pump likes to mess with me. After I put all of my supplies back in to my jersey I was able to get back in to my groove and enjoy the run.
I don't remember anything from mile two to mile seven, I just know that I was so happy with my pace and how great I felt. At mile 7 I knew my family would be around so I started to scan the crowd for them. This was honestly the first time I realized the size of the crowd, the crowd was very loud and encouraging for every mile. The crowd had every kind of person, I really wish I would've stopped and said thank you to the NYPD and NYC Firefighters that were parked every mile along the route, they are the true heroes, anyone can run it takes someone special to be a cop or firefighter. When I saw my family at mile 8 (I think) I was so happy, yes I was worried about running and my diabetes but I was more worried about Leanne, TJ and my brother. When I saw them I could relax and enjoy the city.
All was well when I hit the half way point, my blood sugar was at 174 and my half time was just over two hours, I was right where I wanted to be. Then I hit mile 14 and had to go to the bathroom, I started to feel dizzy and light headed, I got to a bathroom and relieved my self and was back to normal. That may be odd or gross to some but I have never felt so bad one minute and so great the next. My next pain and major hurdle came around mile 17, my arms were ice cold and purple. From my elbow to my finger tips the pain was horrible, I tried to rub them to warm up but nothing was working. I began to stretch my arms and that helped a bit but the pain was so bad. I was losing it mentally, as I was on the 59th street bridge I began to think about calling it quits. My arms were ice cubes, it would be like putting your arms in ice water for an hour. I would slow to a very slow jog from mile 17 to mile 20, that would ruin my chances of finishing under four and a half hours. I found out today that all of the runners ran in to a 10 to 20mph wind from mile 1 until mile 22, that explains the pain in my arms and why they were so cold.
Mile 20 I yelled at myself, I had come this far and done so much quitting was not an option. When I feel like quitting I can't help but go back to being in Rhode Island hospital and almost losing my life and everything in it. There was nothing more painful than that, yes my arms and legs are sore but that will go away. The last six miles were for Leanne, for my family, and for everyone that believes in me. I didn't want to let them down and for the final six miles I pushed my self to the brink. The pain was nothing I had ever felt before, it wasn't physical but mental. I trained so much physically that I forgot about the mental part of the race and at the end of the day that cost me a lot of time. In the video, the photos before the finish you can see how mentally gone I was. I remember seeing my family but nothing more. As I crossed the finish with The Killers Read My Mind playing it all hit me, I started to cry and the water works were not stopping as I got my medal.
Walking down the finishing chute I saw the first aid tent and walked over, I was quickly told that I looked fine and to keep moving to the exit. I explained that I was a diabetic and needed my blood sugar tested. Wait didn't I bring my tester and supplies with me? Yes but while running I was unable to find my pricker after mile 16, I thought I had dropped it so I never tested. It was in one of my pockets but with ice cold hands and everything going on I couldn't find it. I was brought to the ten and I wish I didn't go, I saw some people in bad shape, I will never forget that tent what I saw was not good. The nurses were amazing, my blood sugar was at 196, my heart rate was at 70 and my blood pressure was at 130 over 85. I quickly signed my papers and was off to find my family. I was shocked at how smoothly everything went diabetes wise, I believe I know my body very well but to not be over 200 for an entire marathon shocked me. I don't care about my time, what I did with my diabetes made my day.
Walking to find my family I was ice cold. My body temperature was not where it should be, this is where Leanne took over, she got me in to a bank of america ATM and used my blanket to have me change. Once I got my sweaty clothes off and in to warm and dry clothes I was back to normal. I feel bad for all of the runners who didn't have someone like Leanne, I honestly would have froze.
In closing it was an amazing weekend. I learend so much about myself as a person, and as a diabetic. My time in my mind was horrible, I will be running another marathon, I don't know where or when but my time from NYC has me wanting to improve. A sincere thank you goes out to everyone for their support, you guys got me to the finish!!