The 1st April is the hardest day of the year for me to get out of bed. It's hard for me to explain how I feel. It's like time collapses and I'm back there again. It's hard for me to think about everything that has happened in between. Instead, I can't help but think of all the people who were in ICU with me four years ago today and where they are now. But I am much better at getting out of bed if I have something to do. 

This year, the charity JDRF, one of two major players in Diabetes research, and for Type 1 Diabetics in particular is organising a fundraiser: run 26.2 miles (a marathon) in April. This is something I know I can do, and the opportunity for getting outside and exercise usually improves my mental health on the worst days. A week ago I signed up, so I wouldn't have a chance to chicken out on the day. I'm doing it. That's not to say it will be easy: the perils of running with Type 1 Diabetes are such that you never quite know if you're going to make it to the end of a run. But if I can start, and reach the end at some point in the month, I think I will be proud of myself. And it will remind me to keep going.


For documentation of the challenge, you can read my blog here: It’s a marathon, not a sprint… – To Live Onedurfully (wordpress.com)