|Ellmau, January 2014|
This was the seventh ski holiday that Mr A and I have undertaken, and all have been very different.
Apparently, there are two types of snowbikes: both have ski runners instead of wheels, but with one type you stand on pegs in your ordinary boots, and the other type, which is what was available here, you have short skis on your feet and sit down to ride. This meant Mr A still had to wear his incredibly uncomfortable ski boots, but there was hardly any strain on his knees, and for the first time he could actually get some speed up and do some work. The disadvantage to this was that he is still wearing motorbike gear rather than ski gear, and he described it as "spending the day in your own personal sauna." His jacket and trousers now need some serious deodorising, as well as the rucksack he stored them in.
I didn't quite manage to leave work behind, in as much as I occasionally pondered the enormous challenge that such a holiday would be if you had Type 1 Diabetes. You'd have to test loads, have snacks constantly on hand in case of hypoglycaemia, all the food is unfamiliar so estimating carbohydrate would be difficult, and all that exercise would affect your sensitivity to insulin so you might have to reduce the amount you inject by a proportion you can only guess at. And in the evening, you don't actually know what dinner will be. Without an insulin pump you'd either have to give yourself an injection per course as the food arrived (up to four injections), or take a guess at the start, count as you go along and correct at the end (two injections), or wait until the end (one injection but you'd have to endure post-meal high blood glucose).
Anyway, I've still got a week to play with before having to go back to work, and I've spent a whole day on unpleasant tasks like house insurance and self-assessment for income tax. Tomorrow I'm off to spend some family time; we'll see if there's enough time for blogging too.