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<\/a>Purple Mountains Majesty!<\/p><\/div>\n
As the day progressed, I felt my pump pop off my pants twice as I got\u00a0off the gondola. \u00a0I blame my butt. \u00a0I sat down,\u00a0 the pump got pushed upwards by\u00a0my Kardashian-esque booty. \u00a0When I stood to get off the gondola, my pump had been pushed above the waistband. \u00a0 Once, it slid down the back of my pants. \u00a0Once I felt it loose inside my jacket against my back. \u00a0Not cool, but my jacket unzips from the bottom so poles stuck in snow, mittens\u00a0off, glove liners off, pump re-clipped, velcro on pants tightened, layers adjusted, coat re-zipped, glove liners on, mittens on, poles around wrists. \u00a0Whew. \u00a0Ski.<\/p>\n
Second to the last run of the day, I was flying (well as fast as I could go before my rental skis started shaking because I technically needed high performance skis and believe me, I LOVE typing that. \u00a0one more time, I needed the performance package). \u00a0As I soared down the mountain singing in my head and strategically shifting my weight and the edges of the skis, I saw something in my shadow. \u00a0Something sticking out of the side of my jacket. \u00a0Oh,\u00a0just my lift ticket. \u00a0Ummmm no, the lift tickets don’t clip onto a zipper anymore. \u00a0The lift ticket is now a keycard you put in your pocket and they scan you with a zapper in the lift lines (this fascinated me as once scanned, the zapper operator would say your name and chit chat. \u00a0Lovely). As soon as I realized that strange shadow waving in the breeze was not my lift ticket, I started hitting the breaks. \u00a0We’re not talking hockey stop, I hit the breaks in a pie wedge, like a beginner,\u00a0and the shadow whacked me in the back of the leg. \u00a0I scooted to the side. \u00a0I stopped. I tried and missed grabbing whatever was in the shadow with my pouffy mittens. I had already tossed my poles to the ground. \u00a0I tossed the mittens there too. \u00a0I reached again and grabbed my swinging pump. \u00a0Whew. \u00a0I just stood there thinking that this was NOT the ideal situation. \u00a0I then smiled. \u00a0I’m fine. \u00a0I caught it. \u00a0This wasn’t a calamity. \u00a0I snapped a photo because based on my maturity, I started giggling to myself that my shadow could be the source of many a dirty joke. \u00a0Diabetes is so effing annoying sometimes, but I was absolutely fine. \u00a0A little freaked out, but fine. \u00a0I was better than fine, I was skiing my heart out.<\/p>\n
So I skied down the rest of the way and thought about what I’d do. \u00a0If I’d lost my pump, that would be a horrendously expensive problem, but I could have taken the gondola down to the lodge as I had insulin and emergency syringes in my purse which I’d put in a locker. \u00a0If I’d never found my pump, I had a back-up old Ping in my purse too. \u00a0I have a photo of my pump settings on my phone. \u00a0Inconvenient and expensive for sure, but I’d live and that’s the thing…<\/p>\n I recently had a conversation\u00a0about the concept\u00a0that you can never go back. \u00a0I’m not sure I believe that. \u00a0After all these years, I returned to a sport I once loved as a child. \u00a0Oh sure I hated the cold, and carrying all that gear, but the art of skiing was always me in my zone. \u00a0My Dad would say he could hear me humming and singing as I skied past him as a kid. \u00a0I was always making up my own songs with the theme of “You can do it” (I was a creative, cuckoo little kid). \u00a0What if instead of not being able to go back, you take all that stuff you learned, stuff that’s\u00a0supposedly\u00a0behind you, you smush it into a ball and you toss it ahead of you?<\/p>\n I think it’s true of diabetes too. \u00a0You learn all this stuff, you screw up, you learn, you try again, and you don’t leave it behind. \u00a0You use it all to lead you. \u00a0You can let it beat you down and God knows I understand diabetes fear, but its also your motivation. \u00a0Sometimes your pump needs to smack you in the ass to make you slow down and then, you pull on your mittens and\u00a0race ahead.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This was going to be my Wordless Wednesday post but it’s D Blog Check day (thanks Chris) so I’m jumping ahead. \u00a0I learned to ski when I was 8 years old. \u00a0My college boyfriend got really into snowboarding and we … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n