Three mornings a week, I head to the gym, dial down my insulin, insert ear buds and spend 45 minutes ellipticizing. There’s a lot of motivation: I want my clothes to fit, I’ll enjoy the post-exercise calm, I want to model healthy habits for my daughters, etc. But really gets me out the door is knowing that I’ll be able to dial back my insulin by about 15% for several hours following the workout.
I was apprehensive about trying to keep pace with the über-fit regular attendees. But the class was terrific. I worked hard, broke a sweat and stretched long-forgotten muscles.
And! Just before the class started, I saw a woman I recognized. Where did I know her from? Work? The neighborhood? Then I noticed her wrapping the plastic tubing around her insulin pump. And I remembered meeting her last summer at our kids’ swim lessons.
We chatted briefly this morning after class, exchanged contact info and just appreciated the ease of connecting with someone who “gets it” without explanation.