I did not pass out along the road, but did come home to a screaming CGM alarm. Finished the second writing block after the run, wrapped up the day by lunch. That I let fear hold me back from making this revelatory change to my day (the running time had become the equivalent of “Uncle Ben stays dead” in Spider-Man comics to my day) is a head shaker. But here I am, and I’ve not intention of going back. I’ll figure out the insulin needs as I need to figure them out. Beyond worth it.