time I wrote I was hoping to go on a motorcycle trip to Mount Washington. In the end, we left abit late,
decided to just cruise closer to home in the Adirondacks.
We had intentions of going to Whiteface Mountain - but ended up in a Saranac Lake, a quaint little town.
I noticed on this ride (was in the saddle for almost 6 hours) - either the tires, which are designed for on/off road riding - cause a
lot of vibration - or my buttocks are getting older - and can't handle sitting
in the saddle for as long as I used to
. Ohhh, my aching
cheeks (I now TOTALLY can relate what my friend Jaimie went thru' on a trip from Seneca Falls, NY to Montreal)!!! There were a few times when I
thought I was going to have to turn my head aside and hurl - it was that
uncomfortable. Now, I don't get this
when I'm the driver - but as a passenger it's another story.
scenery though made up for a lot of the discomfort, plus the stop off for lunch
at this little restaurant that makes up wood fire pizzas. Being on the bike, you don't get much of a
chance to a) hear you pump beeping to tell you to test blood sugars (BG); b)
get a chance to shout to the driver that "I have to test my BG's NOW!"
I didn't want to be a pain in the "you know what" to Mike (my
hubby) - so I just hung on, nausea and all.
It turned out, 3 hours later when we stopped, that my BG's were good despite my thirst
making me feel I was high. I was amazed
that for sitting still for that length of time, I was reading 4.2 mmol/l (75
mg/dl)! Obviously basal settings are
good - pat on the back to moi. I was so
hungry, so decided to splurge on a good dark ale from Lake Placid along with a few slices of pizza,
followed up by a sinful dark chocolate dessert. I did a
guesstimate on the amount of carbs for everything - and managed to come out
pretty good when testing my BG 5 hours later with a small correction to bring
me back to what I like my BG's to hover around (long wait at the border to come
back into Canada - Ovey - my aching buttocks).
decided that a) we need to get my other motorcycle up and running as I'm fed up
with being a passenger; and b) take a break at least every hour. When I think about it - motorcycling is abit
like sailing, something that can't be rushed, just take your time and enjoy the