I lay in bed desperately thirsty, wondering how long it would be before I needed to get up and go to the toilet again. I’d lost about 10kg in weight in a week.
This was August 1987, and I had type 1 diabetes.
I was lucky. I was seen by a doctor, referred to hospital and hooked up to an insulin drip before things got too serious.
I developed a “so what” attitude towards type 1 diabetes, although there are times when I get frustrated.
Sometimes this is when a relentless stream of meetings at work gets in the way of me testing my blood glucose levels frequently enough, and really being able to take care of myself. Sometimes it’s when whatever I do I just can’t get the condition under control.
But mostly I just crack on and live with it.
Roll forward 30 years to August 2017, and as I completed the last few training sessions ahead of the Cologne 226 triathlon in Germany, it dawned on me that this would be the perfect way for me to celebrate overcoming the challenges that living with type 1 can present. The Cologne 226 is an “iron” distance triathlon – a 3.8k swim, 180k bike ride and a marathon run.
Completing this distance had been a distant dream back in 2011 when, having completed a half marathon, I declared that it was just too hard to manage my type 1 diabetes through anything longer.
But dream I did, and so I taught myself to swim, with a lot of help from my friends. I did my first triathlon in 2012. Then I was lucky enough to attend a diabetes and sport weekend where I met some incredibly inspiring people achieving fantastic things in sport.
Step by step the dream grew stronger and more real, until September 2017 when I got into the water ready to for the 3.8k swim to the end and back of the rowing lake at Fühlinger See near Cologne.
For around one and a half hours I would have no way of monitoring my condition, and be off my insulin pump, until I got out of the water and onto the bike.
The race was the culmination of a journey that started a long time ago, and which intensified throughout 2017 as I trained for over 10 hours most weeks (a rest week was six to eight hours) peaking at almost 18 hours in late July.
That journey saw many highs and lows, but my success in completing the race within the 16 hour cut off (15:16:09) was in no small measure all about what I had learnt along the way.
What I learnt is simple – whatever obstacles life throws at you, it is more than possible to overcome them if you are prepared to start the journey that will help you reach your dream.
The journey is unlikely to take the course you expect, but you can guarantee it will teach you a huge amount along the way.