October 19th, 2005

Conrunner Kevin

Kit Bag Returned

As I mentioned a few days ago, I left my toiletry bag at the hotel in Naperville IL when I came home last week. My co-worker who is staying in that same hotel picked it up and sent it back to me two days ago. It arrived this morning, after a side trip to another part of the building. (I've taken to asking people include "M/S 279G" to the address so that the mailroom in our new office can find me; this package didn't have it.) So that bit of normality has been restored to my life.
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Conrunner Kevin

Exercise and Blood Sugar (and Trains) (and Baseball)

This isn't the first time I've written about this, and it probably won't be the last, but when you're a diabetic, particularly a relatively newly-diagnosed one, you tend to obsess about blood sugar levels. This afternoon, I had a relatively carb-heavy lunch, and did not go out for my customary 30-minute walk because I got involved with some research for my current project and time got away from me. Result: a 186 blood sugar. (Bad; this number should be <140.) After dinner, which was a bit smaller, but still had a bunch of rice in it, I went out for a fairly brisk 30 minute walk down to the train station and back. An hour after dinner, my blood sugar was a much healthier-sounding 105.

Had I been at the train station ten minutes earlier, I would have seen the relatively rare sight of an Amtrak Capitol reversing out of the station. Due to track work on the Newark-San Jose tracks, Amtrak trains that normally go to San Jose are terminating at Fremont and passengers are being forwarded by bus, with the train reversing at Fremont and returning to Oakland. However, I stayed to watch the last outs of game 6 of the National League Championship Series. Congratulations to the Houston Astros, who won the game 5-1, win the NLCS 4-2, and who are going to the World Series for the first time in franchise history. Commiserations to the St. Louis Cardinals, who I guess can go home and think about their brand-new ballpark in which they'll be playing next season.

I have no dog in this fight, being a San Francisco Giants fan. I suppose I should cheer for the National League side, but I have no particular attachment to the Astros. If only because I was out there in Chicago during the first round of the playoffs and caught a little bit of reflected pennant fever (the White Sox won while I was in the United Center about 90 minutes before the Sharks-Blackhawks hockey game I attended), I guess I'll say "Go White Sox."