my body is a lab experiment

36ºF, sunny skies. Trying something new today: the first change to the timing of my workout (30 minutes of yoga, 3k on a rower, 5k running) for the first time in ten years - and definitely the first since my pancreas switched to manual transmission five years ago. I've grown bored with the routine and I'm tired of my life being dictated by this fucking disease so it's time for something new, different, like the X-Men, circa 1975.

The plan: up at 0445, 15 yoga at waking, work 'til 0715, eat breakfast, write this, let digestion do it's thing, then do the running and the rowing, then back to work until 1145, eat lunch, do the day, then another 15 of yoga after dinner.

In theory, putting this run in the middle of the morning should – assuming blood sugar allows – let me contemplate what I've written in the first, pre-breakfast chunk, figure things out (select a single problem to work out while running), then return with a fresh brain and my manic energy more or less dissipated until lunch. This optimistic outlook depends, however, entirely on my body's capacity to handle the change and what it spells for the rest of the day and my blood sugar management. Still, though, I'm tired of my life being dictated by this fucking disease. So 🖕to you, T1D.

(All, in theory; my body is a lab experiment.)

To figure out: what will be the impact on blood sugar and what will be the impact on insulin requirements? My best guess: less at breakfast since I'll now be running when the insulin is active inside me (nears its peak at +/- 90 after injection) rather than after it's on its downward slope of effectiveness. As for the rest of the day, have to wait and see.

Assuming I don't pass out somewhere along the road, will report findings back, if only to myself.