hypoglycemic fascination

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Endlessly fascinated that, whenever I fall into a blood sugar crash on my run - as I did today - my legs simply refuse to do the running bit and enter into a sort of low-power mode: I don’t collapse or anything, but my body pulls the parachute and says, Nope, not gonna happen, you're walking home / should've brought a snack, huh / maybe you'll learn for next time (ha, right: that’d be too smart) but maybe the endless fascination with it should be the first indication that something’s amiss.