This is my running buddy, Jess.
We are co-workers turned good friends who a little more than a year ago decided that we could totally run 3 miles for coffee and donuts. I don’t think either of us expected that race to turn us into avid runners, let alone lead to training for our first marathon, but here we are one week out. Almost every single race that I’ve ran since within the last year and a half has been done with her by my side.
Since my diagnosis, I’ve always struggled with how to tell new friends that I’m a Type 1 Diabetic. This is because diabetes is viewed as a self-inflicted disease, and I’m often questioned by strangers on if I can eat something or the ‘I can totally relate, my cat had diabetes.” Insert eye roll here. I honestly don’t remember how I told Jess that I was a Type 1, but I do know that she didn’t care.
Now let me clarify what I mean when I say that Jess didn’t care. Jess 210% understands that Type 1 Diabetes is so much more complicated than it appears. In fact, she’s been one of the few people who have never asked judgmental questions about my diet nor has she said anything negative about my diabetes. Jess understands that there are some morning I can’t run because my blood sugar is either too high or too low, through no fault of my own. She’s seen my swings in blood sugar levels and understands that it affects my mood and energy levels. She’s even driven me home before because I was too low to drive, and I needed to keep treating my low every so often until my blood sugar levels stabilized. She’s also connected to my Dexcom (continuous glucose monitor) and can see my blood sugar 24/7.
I think when it comes to running and diabetes, you need someone in your corner. I am very lucky that I have so many people in my corner. But I’m also very lucky to have a friend like Jess who is not only in my corner, but running along side with me. We’ve had a lot of triumphs together while running, but we’ve also had our fair share of frustration. Some of our frustrations have been similar: crappy runs, injuries, and dips in motivation. Some of our frustrations have been very different from each other’s.
Marathon training run
Obviously, one of my biggest frustrations is when my blood sugar doesn’t cooperate on a run. Running and diabetes is tricky and frustrating, and figuring out how to be your own pancreas while running double digit miles is not a challenge I wish on anyone. (Diabetes in general is not something I wish on anybody.) I think one of the reasons Jess is the most incredible running buddy is that no matter the distance we choose to train for, she’s never once looked and me said, “maybe you shouldn’t run this distance.” She has never once looked at my disease as something that should hold me back. Instead, she says, “we can totally do this.” She even really goes above and beyond and sometimes packs extra snacks for me. 😋
Today, Jess shared a heartfelt statement on us running our first full marathon together and said: “She (Sam) is such an incredibly strong person for taking on a marathon as a type 1 diabetic and proves time and time again that T1D will not stop her from pursuing new goals. I’m just really proud of my friend and can pretty confidently say I wouldn’t be running a marathon if it wasn’t for her.” Jess helped me get over my fear of exercising with diabetes. She helped instill a confidence in me that if I can run a 5K for donuts with a crappy pancreas, why not a marathon? If it wasn’t for Jess, I wouldn’t be running and I certainly wouldn’t be running a marathon. I am very lucky to not only have Jess in my corner as a friend, but also next to me on the course motivating me through the miles. 🖤