I apologize for how long it has been since we last talked, but really I saw our lack of communication as a good sign. Things were going so smoothly that I felt no need to address you personally...that is until recently. I think we both know what I am talking about, but allow me to refresh your memory.
It was the day of my big bike ride, 36.5 miles, an organized ride through the city of Detroit put on by the health system where I work. I had been training for weeks for it, building up for the long ride. I was prepared. I had plenty of fruit snacks and granola bars stored in every pocket in case I got low. In order to save room in my little bike pack, I decided to bring you, Gigi, and forego the bigger and bulkier finger prick glucose monitor. I figured you'd be perfect for this type of event. I could glance at you and see what my blood sugar was and if it was rising or falling. I wouldn't even need to stop riding to check you. Plus you are so much smaller, you could easily fit in my pack.
My blood sugar had been running high, but I wasn't worried. I knew that biking for 3 hours would drop it. I was just hoping that it wouldn't drop too low while I was riding.
I checked you right before the ride started at 9 am. You were giving me the "out of range" sign, which made sense since I had walked away from you. The race started. You were stored under my seat in my bike pack. I didn't think about you for the first 10 miles or so. Then I pulled you out to see what my blood sugar was doing. ???. You were giving me the question marks. Are you kidding me? Why weren't you working Gigi?! I needed you. I had no other way to check my blood sugar on this ride.
I rode on. I paid attention to how I was feeling. When we got to the halfway point, I could hear you yelling at me from the pack. "Low, under 55." I knew that wasn't true, I didn't feel low, let alone that low. I ate a banana and half a granola bar, but didn't give any insulin. I didn't know what my blood sugar was, and you couldn't be trusted. You were suppose to tell me, Gigi! Maybe I should have eaten the whole granola bar. I didn't know!
We were at 28 miles. I was starting to feel "off". Was I dropping low or just getting tired? Gigi, you could have answered that question. I wanted to be safe so I ate a pack of fruit snacks and kept riding. We finally reached the end. It was a little after 12 pm.
Then the craziest thing happened. You started working! And you have been working fine ever since. But Gigi, where were you when I needed you the most?! It's as if you were trying to spite me, working right before and right after my ride, but nothing in between. And you've worked fine on other bike rides, so I don't know what your deal was today. Your behavior today was unacceptable. I'm disappointed in you and frankly kind of pissed off. Thankfully everything worked out fine, even without your help. You also reinforced the lesson to always bring back up. When I finally tested after lunch, I was 144. But you completely abandoned your primary task and purpose and really let me down.
So no thanks to you Gigi, I successfully finished my first bike tour! All I can say is that next time, you better show up!
One annoyed biker