Running with Type 1

While I developed the original idea for Running with Type 1 awhile ago, I wanted to carefully plot how I envisioned this blog coming to fruition.  My mind was never wired for mathematics and advanced sciences, but for the random interests and existential thoughts that run through my head, writing has always served as an outlet for my internal shenanigans. Still under the Facebook spell in 2010, one year before officially deactivating myself from that realm, I had joked in a status update that more people should invest into a journal.  It was a serious thought that was taken as a joke, however most people knowing my humor overlooked the rationale from my perspective.  In all honesty though, a journal of random thoughts, short stories, even a few sentences about anything and everything, can go a long way.  I recently heard in a JRE podcast that autobiographical writing allows the mind to analyze and accept past memories in your life.  You gain peace from those moments, and with that pe

The word "Marathon" is synonymous with 26.2, hurt, insanity, and exhaustion amongst others.  I knew of the marathon run but didn't genuinely understand what it entailed until 2011.  A fellow coach of mine was preparing for his first marathon run in 25 years, and it was a rather symbolic for him as a former All American and D2 record holder.  He was 50 in 2011 and needed a strong goal to go along with that feat.   I knew of his running prowess but was rather illiterate with distance running times and what a strong pace was for a 5k, let alone, the near sub 3 hour marathon on his horizon. By winter 2011, running was a regular staple in my weekly workouts but I never counted miles, and never ran more than 25 minutes on the treadmill.  The 2.5 mile run was a great way to keep my lungs in great shape for full court basketball, and help lean me up from the college booze habits. After talking with my coach, for the first time ever, the idea of running a race, maybe even a ha