Just before 10am I was finally on the bike and ready to go. For the first five miles I know why my trainer told me to take a day off, my legs were like anvils early on. I honestly thought about turning around and heading home around mile 3, that thought didn’t last very long. I quickly began yelling at myself and saying if I turn around in February that I won’t do S^%T in April when I start racing. I’m very very happy that I kept going, I wouldn’t refer to myself as an endurance athlete, but as the miles added up today I felt stronger and stronger. Around the 14 mile mark my pump started to beep, I pulled over and noticed that my pump said my blood sugar was 64, I thought yes I missed a Gatorade swig around mile 10 but I shouldn’t be this low. I quickly took a bite of a power bar swigged some more Gatorade and went back to my ride. A mile later I hit a quick steep hill, I thought I’ll test my blood sugar via my bike. I shifted up to a higher gear rose out of my seat and sprinted up the hill. If I was truly low I’d feel it at the top of the hill, when I reached the top and began my decent I felt fine so I cursed out my pump, bumped up a couple more gears, got up to 40mph, tucked and cruised down the hill. What a rush!! As I got closer to home my pump beeped once again, this time I was 56. I laughed and said well Mr. pump is having an off day. I enjoyed the final five miles of my ride.
Post ride all went well; I was 133 when I tested after riding. The pump didn’t apologize but I know that he feels bad for lying. Anyway I had my protein shake put in 10 units to cover the lack of insulin over the past 5 hours and to cover my lunch. For the rest of the day I stayed right around 140 and was very very happy with the day as a whole.