Running. Stop at mile 3. Walk walk walk. Feel sweaty, clammy, and desire punch someone unspecific face.
Take off running shoes for cooler feet. Walk walk walk, scree stick bottoms feet. Then notice this weird. Barefoot running OK, but barefoot walking after run, with shoes in hand? Weird. Then Players, I am having hypoglycemia-induced erratic behavior!
Soon as form thought, feel better. Because frankly kind of…exciting? Had hypo after OGTT, but unmetered, and only under strange laboratory-glucodrink caused circumstance. I can’t wait to get home to test!
In distance, tiny dog pull tiny man on skateboard toward Bigfoot. Closer, bigger. Then recognize Joe’s green helmet. Hi, my hero!
JOE: You ok? Did you have a good run?
BIGFOOT: I think I’m low! I had to stop running and now I’m all clammy. I just want to be home so I can test, but I can’t run because I’m totally out of batteries
Briefly consider hop on longboard, get speed ride home. Then switch teams: too hot, too clammy hold onto person torso. Switch little bit into getthefuckawayfromme mode. Walk walk walk. Not even eye contact/stop for ask pat cute dogs. Just walk.
Little disappoint, thought would be 40-something for how shitty feel, but maybe all relative? Always in 100-teens for fasting, maybe 70s feels very bad considering?
All want is oh mah gah I need apple cider. APPLE CIDER but so much like stand under apple cider waterfall, tilt head back, drink/choke, apple cider up nose & in ears, hair drenched apple cider. Imagine nose filled apple cider, down throat like neti pot at fire extinguisher force. Would be awesome. Open fridge. Most similar available beverage cider = wine, pour glass, fill over rim, splash all over kitchen counter because pour entire half bottle into small juice glass. Tell Joe, you can have some but leave out if you want to drink what I spilled all over the counter with a straw but don’t you dare ask me where the straws are because I will beat you up as soon as I have the energy. Drink few gulps, head up shower, drink wine shower, mix shower water, so sweet. almost like legendary cider waterfall. Bigfoot not even like wine.
Intellectually know wine not good answer, but wine seems practically apple cider, when compared other available options: candy corn (CHOKE!) Pineapple juice (GAG!). Back downstairs, devour carrots set out on plate as exemplary choice for meandering snackers. Then dinner—
Shit! Shit! Shit! Lately always plan low carb dinners! Nothing going on here: ribs, cauliflower, green beans. Wait. OMG there’s watermelon. YES! Thank you, Me, for including watermelon in this meal. Want cram point of watermelon so far into head will hurt & gag. Sound like very patriarchy porn scene, but sincere.
Now feel ok, but thinking cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie.