Oh, the classic Swim, Bike and Run- I would say that we are all pretty familiar with the drill. The fourth discipline is fondly known as Transition, sometimes forgotten and neglected, yet when mastered can shave minutes off your time. (I speak for myself, who basically sets up camp in transition.)
My 5th discipline is called Type One Diabetes (T1D) and without careful attention to this domain, completing a triathlon would be a pipedream. T1D is an autoimmune disease that manifests after the body self-destructs its own insulin-producing cells of the pancreas, resulting in the complete loss of carbohydrate metabolism. Talk about self-sabotage. There is no cure and I play full time pancreas- balancing administering insulin injections and carbohydrate counting.
Managing T1D for the last 4 years has taken endless planning and experimenting, it has brought tears, challenges and failures but it has also made me acutely aware of not only the capabilities of our bodies and their intricate, varied response to nutrition and exercise, but ultimately the confounding power of the mind.
A diabetic’s aim is to maintain blood glucose readings between 4-8 mmol/l, which is achievable, thanks to carefully calculated insulin injections and sugar monitoring. However, insulin comes with its complications. Too much insulin will bring your blood sugar too low, leaving you confused, weak, disorientated, shaky and if severe will manifest in seizures, result in brain damage and death.
For race day of 70.3 Ironman Durban, I had two nutrition plans. A plan structured around low blood glucose which involved carbohydrates and gels as well as a plan for if my sugar surged high, which included low sugar, low carbohydrate alternatives from Keto Sports Nutrition. Confidence comes in the form of preparation. Everything else on race day was beyond my control. I had a low carb dinner the night before so that my sugar levels stayed in range while I slept and to ensure waking on a good blood sugar.
Breakfast was a smoothie comprising of a carefully measured 20g of carbohydrates. I injected 4 units of insulin, a higher dose than normal, but I expected my nerves and adrenaline to shoot my sugar high.
I arrived at transition with the perfect blood glucose reading, celebrating with little inside victory dance and a few childish, internal cheers “Nailed it, Trace you da bomb, Diabetes you lose, I win.” To which diabetes casually smirked, “Oh really?” Within 15 minutes of arrival the nerves took residence, adrenaline and cortisol pumped around my body and my sugars shot to 14mmol/l and continued rising.
Diabetes: 1 Tracy: 0
With limited time until the start, I prayed to the Diabetes Gods, had 3 units of insulin, popped my CGM and insulin injections on the “medical” table that stands at the front of transition, suited up and headed to the beach.
The most potent moment of 70.3 was running into that dynamic, golden ocean. The sun breaking on the horizon, the frothing waves illuminated silver and yellow. Every single concern was forgotten and I could not contain a giggle and smile as the true beauty of the morning unfolded. Yet so magical was the sun that it had to remind me of its glaring, blinding presence for 840m as I am a dominant right-sided breather. Nevertheless, the water was phenomenal, my wetsuit the ideal floatation device and the buoys perfectly visible.
After slogging up thick sand to transition, I grabbed my CGM off the table and in the pure breathless panic of sand and wetsuit, did a finger prick and manually tested my sugar which was a pretty good-looking 8mmol/l. I injected 2 units of insulin in order to be able to eat along the bike course and then proceeded to run 5 thousand metres with my bike, thanks to the world’s longest bike transition, before heading off excitedly on my noble steed.
Diabetes: 1 Tracy: 1. The playing ground was levelled.
I couldn’t eat on the run as my sugar was on the higher end of normal and didn’t show any signs of dropping. I simply drank water along the 21.1km and indulged in every icy-cold sponge I came across. It was amazing seeing pink and blue Trisuits blazing along the run route, I couldn’t help but admire the immense talent within Trifactri, while I was personally dying. I finished on a blood glucose level of 6mmol/l in a time of 05h55. Throughout my life I am sure diabetes will provide a multitude of challenges, losses and victories. But I feel it’s safe to say:
Diabetes: 1 Tracy: 2
Diabetes, I won this one bro.
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