After a three hour drive I arrived in Brooklyn, NY. It was 2am and I was exhausted and I had to be up super early to go to a race in Connecticuit.
Becca's boyfriend Alex had already informed us of our tactics for the race. With a slight incline 600m before the line I would attempt to 'drill' it up and over leading Becca out for the sprint. The first 45 minutes of the race went like clockwork. No one really made a break for it and, as seems to be the norm in women's races, it looked destined to be a bunch sprint.
With 1 lap to go I headed to the front. Just before the incline an attack went and I jumped on the wheel. As we hit the bottom of the incline, the girl I went with started to blow so I lauched it as planned. I just put my head down and kicked. A few moments latter I heard 'Kate'. Becca was on my wheel, but I had a problem. We were still 300m out and I was dying. I made it round the final corner first but swung off straight after. This was a mistake. Having never led anyone out before I didn't know that I'm not meant to swing off. Unfortunately, Becca ended up having to sprint the last 250m into a head wind with two other women on her wheel. Result - 3rd. Me 14th!
It transpires, however, that my attack was not in vain. The entire field was obliterated and only Becca and the two others had been able to get back onto my wheel. This guarenteed Becca a podium, prize money and upgrade points. Whoop! But I didn't realise how few people were behind me and I could have finished a lot higher up had I just kept going.
For a first attempt I think we rocked. It could have been better but we've got a few more races to finely tune the Evans Schepps lead out train!!!!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Goodbye Pennsylvania....
In the past few weeks I've been doing shed loads of racing but none have been interesting enough to bore you with. However, this weekend's racing has had some noticable moments of brilliantness!
Saturday 9th July - Iron Hill Criterium - West Chester - PA
This race is on the US National Crit Series calander so I would return to the 'hang on for dear life' tactics I'd previously used at Dairyland. I was quietly confident the day before as the last one of these races I did all was looking great until I crashed with two laps to go. But it wasn't to be. Spending the day surfing the 20's in the blood sugar department (not a clue why?!) meant that my hopes disappeared down the drain at an alarming rate. So quickly in fact that I barely broke into a sweat. No matter how hard I pushed on the pedals, the response was the same - nothing.
But...the best thing of all - prize money went 30 deep. I finished 26th. So for sucking BIG TIME and lasting 10 mintues in the field, I, Kate Evans, made £30! Yes...that's right 30 of your finest english pounds or 45 of the not so fine American Dollar, for failing. This is more than I've ever made in the UK. Ever.
Although pretty disheartening the race was fantastic. Held in West Chester, the course was rammed. Spectators were two deep around the entire course, so it was pretty awesome (I know it's an Americanism) to have so many people watching my epic failure!
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This race was my final race in Pennslyvania. Straight afterwards I changed team-mates and headed in the direction of New York!!!!!!!
Saturday 9th July - Iron Hill Criterium - West Chester - PA
This race is on the US National Crit Series calander so I would return to the 'hang on for dear life' tactics I'd previously used at Dairyland. I was quietly confident the day before as the last one of these races I did all was looking great until I crashed with two laps to go. But it wasn't to be. Spending the day surfing the 20's in the blood sugar department (not a clue why?!) meant that my hopes disappeared down the drain at an alarming rate. So quickly in fact that I barely broke into a sweat. No matter how hard I pushed on the pedals, the response was the same - nothing.
But...the best thing of all - prize money went 30 deep. I finished 26th. So for sucking BIG TIME and lasting 10 mintues in the field, I, Kate Evans, made £30! Yes...that's right 30 of your finest english pounds or 45 of the not so fine American Dollar, for failing. This is more than I've ever made in the UK. Ever.
Although pretty disheartening the race was fantastic. Held in West Chester, the course was rammed. Spectators were two deep around the entire course, so it was pretty awesome (I know it's an Americanism) to have so many people watching my epic failure!
This race was my final race in Pennslyvania. Straight afterwards I changed team-mates and headed in the direction of New York!!!!!!!
Monday, July 4, 2011
Team mates
This blog entry is devoted to the brilliant people I call my team mates.
Back in the UK, I race for Wolverhampton Wheelers, where I pretty much ride for myself. I am my own domestique and my own lead out train. There are no team tactics. No pre-race discussions and nobody to work for but myself.
Yet, here, in the US, for two weeks at least, I had the absolute pleasure of riding and living with 6 wonderful women. Granted, we still mostly rode for ourselves, due in part to a vast gap in experience and strength, but spattered around the fortnight were fleeting glimpses of cohesion.
We had plans. Tactics were discussed. Lead outs arranged and although futile, 6 diabetics and one director came together to form Team Type 1.
Ladies and Gentlemen I introduce to you Team Type 1:
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From left to right:
Erin 'young un' Ball - The baby of our team. At 15 years of age, Erin held her own in the 3/4 races.
Mandy Marquardt - The 'trackie' of our team.
Me
Anne Findlay - Super strong Anne is the most meticulous diabetic I have ever met.
Becca Schepps - New Yorker Becca is super talented and uber strong.
Kori 'director' Seehafer - Kori's palmares is far too long to list but suffice to say a long career in europe, numerous world championships, and representing the US means she is fantastically positioned to teach us aspiring diabetic racers how to race.
Sarah Burkett - DC cop by day, runner and cyclist by night! Sarah has a vast array of comical cop stories that sent us into fits of laughter.
The best part about having these team mates - they, with the exception of Kori, have diabetes. These are the people who understand what I go through just to get to the startline with a good blood sugar because they have to go through the same stuff too. We don't just ride together because we're in a team, we ride together to prove that we can beat diabetes and compete with the best.
Back in the UK, I race for Wolverhampton Wheelers, where I pretty much ride for myself. I am my own domestique and my own lead out train. There are no team tactics. No pre-race discussions and nobody to work for but myself.
Yet, here, in the US, for two weeks at least, I had the absolute pleasure of riding and living with 6 wonderful women. Granted, we still mostly rode for ourselves, due in part to a vast gap in experience and strength, but spattered around the fortnight were fleeting glimpses of cohesion.
We had plans. Tactics were discussed. Lead outs arranged and although futile, 6 diabetics and one director came together to form Team Type 1.
Ladies and Gentlemen I introduce to you Team Type 1:
From left to right:
Erin 'young un' Ball - The baby of our team. At 15 years of age, Erin held her own in the 3/4 races.
Mandy Marquardt - The 'trackie' of our team.
Me
Anne Findlay - Super strong Anne is the most meticulous diabetic I have ever met.
Becca Schepps - New Yorker Becca is super talented and uber strong.
Kori 'director' Seehafer - Kori's palmares is far too long to list but suffice to say a long career in europe, numerous world championships, and representing the US means she is fantastically positioned to teach us aspiring diabetic racers how to race.
Sarah Burkett - DC cop by day, runner and cyclist by night! Sarah has a vast array of comical cop stories that sent us into fits of laughter.
The best part about having these team mates - they, with the exception of Kori, have diabetes. These are the people who understand what I go through just to get to the startline with a good blood sugar because they have to go through the same stuff too. We don't just ride together because we're in a team, we ride together to prove that we can beat diabetes and compete with the best.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Flying!
Sorry it's been a while. I've been busy. Bike racing! And my God has it been fun.
So I finished the Tour of America's Dairyland. (I'll fill you in on those details soon) 8 races in 10 days. It pretty much killed me but after 3 days of rest I got my rear end back on a bike - a track bike to be more precise and although a little rusty I got a pretty respectable 3rd in one race and 9th overall on the night.
Not content with one lot of track racing, I got up 12 hours later and hopped on the bike again. Again I was rusty but got 4th in the devil.
Why the heck not, I also raced today! A nice little 25 mile crit. No turns, just nice sweeping bends. It was fantastic. My legs felt great. I chased stuff down and I attempted to lead my team-mate out. (Turns out I suck at lead outs) But I got 6th in the end - out of 30 - so not a bad effort.
Thus, to conclude. I am flying. My legs feel great and I want to race and race and race.
Whoop!
So I finished the Tour of America's Dairyland. (I'll fill you in on those details soon) 8 races in 10 days. It pretty much killed me but after 3 days of rest I got my rear end back on a bike - a track bike to be more precise and although a little rusty I got a pretty respectable 3rd in one race and 9th overall on the night.
Not content with one lot of track racing, I got up 12 hours later and hopped on the bike again. Again I was rusty but got 4th in the devil.
Why the heck not, I also raced today! A nice little 25 mile crit. No turns, just nice sweeping bends. It was fantastic. My legs felt great. I chased stuff down and I attempted to lead my team-mate out. (Turns out I suck at lead outs) But I got 6th in the end - out of 30 - so not a bad effort.
Thus, to conclude. I am flying. My legs feel great and I want to race and race and race.
Whoop!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Everyday I'm sufferin'
Followers of my blog - I send my sincere condolences for the lack of updates. However, during the six days I've neglected you, I've raced 5 times and, to be honest, if my laptop isn't in touching distance when I sit down, I ain't moving to get it. But today you are in luck and, should my eyes stay open long enough, I shall regale you with my tales of racing.
Thursday, June 16th 2011 - Shorewood Criterium.
It's 5pm. The streets are packed and the tannoy proclaims that the pro women's race is about to get underway. I'm standing on the front row next to America's elite and I'm absolutely terrified. I really don't belong here. I'm Kate Evans from Wolverhampton, Near Birmingham, 3 hours from London, UK, who has only just started her first proper race season, and I am being introduced as a professional. At some point in the next 60 minutes, in front of far too many people, my mask is going to fall and I'm going to be revealed as the fraudster that I am...
On reflection, it took a lot longer from my facade to slip. In fact for the first 40 minutes, I totally fitted in. Sat behind my captain - Kori Seehafer - I followed wheels, cornered fantastically, and lived up to my billing. However, at some point, between 10 laps to go and 8 laps to go, the masked slipped. My head lolled from side to side and my legs turned to jelly. I tried to relax and stay calm, but it was in vain. I was out of the back door with 4 laps to go!
I was gutted. I was less than 6 minutes from holding my own in a professional women's field. 6 minutes! What Kori swiftly concluded from my performance was a) I can race with professionals. But b) when I'm tired my tactical awareness goes out of the window. Thus my being dropped was entirely my own fault as I didn't engage those brain cells and move up the field. Tomorrow I would rectify that mistake.
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Friday, June 17th 2011 - Theinsville Criterium
We had one team aim for the day - get to the front, see the front and sit in the top 10 for as long as possible. I had my own aim - finish with the group. I again started on the front line, got and brilliant start and even found myself 50m off the front for the whole first lap. I had to suppress the urge to giggle when the tannoy man announced that rider number 17, Kate Evans from the UK, was making an attack off the front. Such a silly man. Me attack? Nope. I'd just pushed a little too hard in my eagerness to get up there.
The team aim, for my part, was a roaring success.
Safely caught by the main field, I settled quickly into the top 10 and it was wonderful. Much of it was single file stuff but being so high up the field meant that there was no concertina effect and I went round much of the first 30 minutes with not a care in the world. I was mixing it with the big girls and it was fun.
Again this changed with 20 minutes to go. I was tired and my blood sugars were dropping. Quickly. Therefore, I found myself hovering at the back of the field until we hit the 5 laps to go mark. At this point my monitor was alarming like mad telling me that I was low. I didn't care. I was finishing this race even if it killed me and from the sounds of it I was getting pretty close. Fortunately Kori had just made an effort and was herself falling through the bunch. As I drew along side her, she grabbed my saddle and flung me back into the pack. After the race she said she had heard my alarm and new instinctively what it was and that regardless I was finishing the race.
In order to repay Kori, I launched myself from the back of the pack along the home straight and safely deposited her back in the top 5. The last few laps were a blur but I hung in there and finished my first professional race in a respectable 37th. (It could have been higher but I was pretty close to passing out so decided not to contest the sprint)
Kori got 10th. Job well done.
Day 1: 47th @ 1 lap
Day 2: 37th @ 6 seconds.
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Saturday, June 18th 2011 - Grafton GP
Hopes were low. There was a hill. Hill + Kate = epic fail. But, what I didn't count on was my new found ability to suffer like an absolute dog. I sucked big time for much of the race. My legs were dead. Painfully so and I dangle off the back of the bunch for more times than I cared to acknowledge.
Fortunately with 5 laps to go Kori was also feeling the same and had some how found herself near the back with me. Making the most of this I jumped on her wheel as she launched herself to the front. I now found myself third wheel in the race!
The style of racing at the front end was dramatically different to that at the back and within a lap I found myself in a comfortable position and genuinely believing that I could place well. Evidently, the cycling God's were frowning on me for thinking too far ahead of myself as on the penultimate lap, for no reason whatsoever, the girl in front of me fell off her bike.
My somersault was epic. I hit said girl square in the back, flew over my handle bars, saw the sky, and back slammed into the floor.
I'm not ashamed to admit it but I cried. Not because it hurt but because I was so so close to having a fantastic finish to a race that I had absolutely given my heart and soul too. Whereas before I'd have cracked long before the end of the race, I hung in and dug deep but I got nothing. Zip, nadda, nowt.
But I shall put this into a different perspective: my team mate Becca had to pull out because she had a dangerously low blood sugar. She was gutted for me because I was doing so well and then crashed. But I was even more upset for her because everyone who started that race could have crashed but only three of us could have dropped out because of a low blood sugar. So yes, my crash sucked, but at least, for once, my excuse for not finishing a race was one that everyone could have had.
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Thursday, June 16th 2011 - Shorewood Criterium.
It's 5pm. The streets are packed and the tannoy proclaims that the pro women's race is about to get underway. I'm standing on the front row next to America's elite and I'm absolutely terrified. I really don't belong here. I'm Kate Evans from Wolverhampton, Near Birmingham, 3 hours from London, UK, who has only just started her first proper race season, and I am being introduced as a professional. At some point in the next 60 minutes, in front of far too many people, my mask is going to fall and I'm going to be revealed as the fraudster that I am...
On reflection, it took a lot longer from my facade to slip. In fact for the first 40 minutes, I totally fitted in. Sat behind my captain - Kori Seehafer - I followed wheels, cornered fantastically, and lived up to my billing. However, at some point, between 10 laps to go and 8 laps to go, the masked slipped. My head lolled from side to side and my legs turned to jelly. I tried to relax and stay calm, but it was in vain. I was out of the back door with 4 laps to go!
I was gutted. I was less than 6 minutes from holding my own in a professional women's field. 6 minutes! What Kori swiftly concluded from my performance was a) I can race with professionals. But b) when I'm tired my tactical awareness goes out of the window. Thus my being dropped was entirely my own fault as I didn't engage those brain cells and move up the field. Tomorrow I would rectify that mistake.
Friday, June 17th 2011 - Theinsville Criterium
We had one team aim for the day - get to the front, see the front and sit in the top 10 for as long as possible. I had my own aim - finish with the group. I again started on the front line, got and brilliant start and even found myself 50m off the front for the whole first lap. I had to suppress the urge to giggle when the tannoy man announced that rider number 17, Kate Evans from the UK, was making an attack off the front. Such a silly man. Me attack? Nope. I'd just pushed a little too hard in my eagerness to get up there.
The team aim, for my part, was a roaring success.
Safely caught by the main field, I settled quickly into the top 10 and it was wonderful. Much of it was single file stuff but being so high up the field meant that there was no concertina effect and I went round much of the first 30 minutes with not a care in the world. I was mixing it with the big girls and it was fun.
Again this changed with 20 minutes to go. I was tired and my blood sugars were dropping. Quickly. Therefore, I found myself hovering at the back of the field until we hit the 5 laps to go mark. At this point my monitor was alarming like mad telling me that I was low. I didn't care. I was finishing this race even if it killed me and from the sounds of it I was getting pretty close. Fortunately Kori had just made an effort and was herself falling through the bunch. As I drew along side her, she grabbed my saddle and flung me back into the pack. After the race she said she had heard my alarm and new instinctively what it was and that regardless I was finishing the race.
In order to repay Kori, I launched myself from the back of the pack along the home straight and safely deposited her back in the top 5. The last few laps were a blur but I hung in there and finished my first professional race in a respectable 37th. (It could have been higher but I was pretty close to passing out so decided not to contest the sprint)
Kori got 10th. Job well done.
Day 1: 47th @ 1 lap
Day 2: 37th @ 6 seconds.
Saturday, June 18th 2011 - Grafton GP
Hopes were low. There was a hill. Hill + Kate = epic fail. But, what I didn't count on was my new found ability to suffer like an absolute dog. I sucked big time for much of the race. My legs were dead. Painfully so and I dangle off the back of the bunch for more times than I cared to acknowledge.
Fortunately with 5 laps to go Kori was also feeling the same and had some how found herself near the back with me. Making the most of this I jumped on her wheel as she launched herself to the front. I now found myself third wheel in the race!
The style of racing at the front end was dramatically different to that at the back and within a lap I found myself in a comfortable position and genuinely believing that I could place well. Evidently, the cycling God's were frowning on me for thinking too far ahead of myself as on the penultimate lap, for no reason whatsoever, the girl in front of me fell off her bike.
My somersault was epic. I hit said girl square in the back, flew over my handle bars, saw the sky, and back slammed into the floor.
I'm not ashamed to admit it but I cried. Not because it hurt but because I was so so close to having a fantastic finish to a race that I had absolutely given my heart and soul too. Whereas before I'd have cracked long before the end of the race, I hung in and dug deep but I got nothing. Zip, nadda, nowt.
But I shall put this into a different perspective: my team mate Becca had to pull out because she had a dangerously low blood sugar. She was gutted for me because I was doing so well and then crashed. But I was even more upset for her because everyone who started that race could have crashed but only three of us could have dropped out because of a low blood sugar. So yes, my crash sucked, but at least, for once, my excuse for not finishing a race was one that everyone could have had.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Eat your heart out Steve McQueen
*hushed whisper* I think I've made it; the tunnel stayed concealed and no warning sirens sounded. Thus I believe it is possible to conclude that I have arrived safe and sound in the lovely suburb of Shorewood, Milwuakee without detection.
And what a difference 800 miles and 1 time zone makes. Ok, so weather wise, it's like being back in the UK - it's bloomin' cold and it rains frequently but, during my first day in Milwuakee, I've seen 8 buses, 1 train station and 6 taxi's.
But before I regale you with tales about my new found freedom, I will share with you my great escape.
Location: Trexlertown.
Date: 12th June 2011
Time: 10am
Destination: Cleveland, Ohio.
With the car packed and copious amounts of beverages and snacks to hand, myself and my partner in crime, Mandy, made tracks, across the state of Pennsylvania. I don't really have much to say about the first 3 hours of the drive, mainly because Mandy drives FAST, so for most part I had my eyes closed. However, I soon found out that I should have embraced this time for, keys in hand, I was in the drivers seat.
I have never driven in a foreign country. Never. I have struggled, on a bike, for the last three weeks to come to terms with the fact that I don't end up on the other side of the road when I turn right, so to give me the keys to a car and expect me to drive the next 300 miles, was a brave move for Mandy.
I have also never driven an automatic before. It's easy once you stop trying to change gears. But you really shouldn't try to change gears in one - trust me it's not good.
So after successfully making it onto the highway in one piece the sat-nav proclaimed - 'drive 232 miles on I-94 West'. Tell me about it. However, this time was used to come up with a number of conclusions about America and their driving culture:
1) People do crazy things - far crazier than in the UK. I spotted a guy reading his newspaper. A woman curling her hair and numerous people working on laptops.
2) Trucks are BIG. And are not limited. Nor do they indicate. Nor do they stay in the inside lane. Enough said.
3) You can over take in any lane. Undertaking = perfectly acceptable.
4) The police hide. Whereas in the UK you can see a police car from miles around, here in the US they can hide anywhere and they can give you a ticket for being 1mph over the limit. It's a good thing I drove like a granny.
5) Road kill is harder to avoid. Deer simply don't fit under the car like a fox or a rabbit.
To say I was thankful to have arrived in Cleveland in one piece would be an understatement. But, I still had another 400 miles to Milwuakee to go.....
And what a difference 800 miles and 1 time zone makes. Ok, so weather wise, it's like being back in the UK - it's bloomin' cold and it rains frequently but, during my first day in Milwuakee, I've seen 8 buses, 1 train station and 6 taxi's.
But before I regale you with tales about my new found freedom, I will share with you my great escape.
Location: Trexlertown.
Date: 12th June 2011
Time: 10am
Destination: Cleveland, Ohio.
With the car packed and copious amounts of beverages and snacks to hand, myself and my partner in crime, Mandy, made tracks, across the state of Pennsylvania. I don't really have much to say about the first 3 hours of the drive, mainly because Mandy drives FAST, so for most part I had my eyes closed. However, I soon found out that I should have embraced this time for, keys in hand, I was in the drivers seat.
I have never driven in a foreign country. Never. I have struggled, on a bike, for the last three weeks to come to terms with the fact that I don't end up on the other side of the road when I turn right, so to give me the keys to a car and expect me to drive the next 300 miles, was a brave move for Mandy.
I have also never driven an automatic before. It's easy once you stop trying to change gears. But you really shouldn't try to change gears in one - trust me it's not good.
So after successfully making it onto the highway in one piece the sat-nav proclaimed - 'drive 232 miles on I-94 West'. Tell me about it. However, this time was used to come up with a number of conclusions about America and their driving culture:
1) People do crazy things - far crazier than in the UK. I spotted a guy reading his newspaper. A woman curling her hair and numerous people working on laptops.
2) Trucks are BIG. And are not limited. Nor do they indicate. Nor do they stay in the inside lane. Enough said.
3) You can over take in any lane. Undertaking = perfectly acceptable.
4) The police hide. Whereas in the UK you can see a police car from miles around, here in the US they can hide anywhere and they can give you a ticket for being 1mph over the limit. It's a good thing I drove like a granny.
5) Road kill is harder to avoid. Deer simply don't fit under the car like a fox or a rabbit.
To say I was thankful to have arrived in Cleveland in one piece would be an understatement. But, I still had another 400 miles to Milwuakee to go.....
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Blood Sugars: 14.06.2011
Again - really good in the night - Basal @ 100%
3 peaks = 3 meals.
No exercise.
Biggest spike = lunch. Water melon and bagal. 80g = 8 units.
Rapid rise - constistant for 30 minutes - 1 hour. No correction. Stupidly rapid fall.
Team doesn't think I should be going so high - but it's a little odd that I end up back at pre meal levels but have to go so high before I get to back to them.
Blood Sugars: 13.06.2011
Basal at 100%
Really good throughout the evening.
9.30am - Breakfast - 30g - 3 units.
Stayed at 10 until lunch.
11.30pm - Sandwich - 10 units.
Rose again to 13.6 and stayed constant for three hours - time zone change.
No correction - back to normal but again why so long?
6 - 7pm - 1 hour training ride.
8pm - Whole meal bread, chicken, coleslaw and salad - 80g - 8 units.
Again MEGA spike but back down to normal within two hours.
Notes: Should I really have such a long delay in the effectiveness of insulin?!
Blood Sugars: 12.06.2011
Day 1: Tour of America's Dairyland - 6 hour drive.
Basal @ 150% between 11am and 5pm as sat in the car all day.
McDonalds for lunch - added up carbs for two burgers and small milk shake - 140g - 14 units.
Rapid rise and constant at 15 for 2 hours no drop. No correction needed but still no movement in blood sugars so I had a further 2 units. Still nothing. 2 monre units - started to fall but quickly.
5.30pm - 6.30pm - 1 hour ride. Finally back in normal range.
6.45pm - half a bagel and some water melon - 6 units.
Rapid rise
7.30pm - Stew - 7 units.
Fell rapidly.
Questions: Why does it appear so long for the nova rapid to kick in?
Notes: No more McDonalds.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
My Great Escape
My escape plan is under way. Dirt has been disposed of from hidden pockets in my trousers. My new identity papers have been forged. Tomorrow I'm making my move. And this is my escape route.
I know it may seem extreme that to escape my current prison of Trexlertown, I'm going to drive 825 miles across America to Milwuakee, Wisconsin but there is means to my madness: I'm going racing.
Updates may be on the thin side as I'm not sure what access I'll have to the internet but I really love hearing from people so keep commenting.
Blood Sugars
This will interest no one but my diabetic nurse - Brett.
Yesterday:
Basal: 0.875 (all day)
9.00 - 5.2
1.5 units of insulin with breakfast - two slices of toast (30g so half insulin)
2.5 hour training session. (1 banana and 1 gel - 50g no insulin)
11.30 - 5.3
11.45 - Energy drink (40g) 3 units.
12.30 - 6.2
Lunch - 2 bagals, salad and 3 fruit bar type things - (10 units)
15.00 - 8.7
18.00 - 6.7
19.00 - Pizza - 3 slices - Dual wave bolus for all the fat (10 units)
22.00 - 5.3
Hell yeah!!!!!
Yesterday:
Basal: 0.875 (all day)
9.00 - 5.2
1.5 units of insulin with breakfast - two slices of toast (30g so half insulin)
2.5 hour training session. (1 banana and 1 gel - 50g no insulin)
11.30 - 5.3
11.45 - Energy drink (40g) 3 units.
12.30 - 6.2
Lunch - 2 bagals, salad and 3 fruit bar type things - (10 units)
15.00 - 8.7
18.00 - 6.7
19.00 - Pizza - 3 slices - Dual wave bolus for all the fat (10 units)
22.00 - 5.3
Hell yeah!!!!!
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