No more 4am alarms, no more charging lights, no more chasing sunrises.... Well at-least for couple of weeks. For those who missed my stories, States weekend went something like this: Packed up the car Friday morning and headed to Dade City, last time I raced there I bought back home the Champion jersey, I wasn't sure if I was ready to bring it back this year. Competing with the pro girls was going to be a HUGE challenge plus controlling my levels, well that was a challenge of its own.. Saturday we headed out and rode the course, yup hills and hills and more hills.. I felt good but the nerves began to kick in... Will my levels be okay? will I drop low? will I over treat.. UGH frustration began to run in my head. I tried to stay calm but I could only try so much. Saturday night came faster than I though, gave myself 3 units of insulin for a plate of whole wheat pasta, put on recovery boots and called it a night around 9:30PM. At 1:20AM I woke up and felt my heart beating so fast as if I was running a marathon, reached out to grab my phone to check my dexcom app, saw I had 5 missed calls from my dad and right there I knew I was way higher than I was supposed to. YUP 360... The nerves were real. I decided to give myself two units of fast acting insulin and tried getting some rest. Woke up an hour later check myself 320, insulin wasn't even working at that time, I was SO nervous I couldn't control it, I've been racing for two years now and never have I felt such nerves before. Woke up five more times due to Dexcom alerts and by then I had given up on sleep. Maybe with 3 hours of sleep I got up at 6:30AM and geared up. When we arrived at the race, Franco went over to speak with the referees to make sure they were aware I'm type 1, they marked my number with a blue tape and next thing I know it was time to line up... Whistle was blown and the hardest race of my life began.. Attack after attack after attack, hills after hills after hills.. Levels are doing MUCH better than the night and they were not acting up, I stayed hydrated and focused on every move. The end of the second lap the group started to split up, I began to feel my legs shaky and my lack of rest began to show. Arrows were down, meaning I had to eat FAST, so I did..
Fast Forward last two laps, the sun had already began to burn us, the hills felt longer and I had no strength in me. Last corner I found myself coming in 5th place, with short breath and teared up eyes I proved the world racing with type 1 Diabetes is Possible.