The other night two of my buddies and I met up for a night of Racquetball and dinner together. This, like Disc Golf, has become a new obsession with me. It is yet another way for me to find a fun way to exercise. I think about playing all day long! It truly has become an obsession.

My favorite thing about Racquetball is the amount of sweat I produce. When you are exercising and sweating, you just know that you are doing something positive. Albeit, I am usually short of breath, slow to get to the ball, rarely win a game, and take breaks often, I still cannot get enough. Each time we play I find I can play harder longer.

I always check my blood glucose before we start playing. I 1clocked in at an endo pleasing 118 and decided to snack on some glucose tabs to make sure there were no issues.

I started off strong, as usual, and pushed myself as hard as I could. I sat out the second game and watched through the Plexiglas windows.

As soon the game ended, I stepped in to play a game of 1 on 1 with the victor. As soon as I entered I noticed an increase in sweat. I thought it was due to the humidity in the room but of course you know where this is going.

I reached into my pocket and popped in four orange flavored giant Smarties (which is what they are like in case you have ever wondered) and kept on playing.

Now, like I said at the beginning, I am not the swiftest racqueteer on the planet but even my buddy noticed that I was playing miserably. Thankfully he used kinder words.

"Dude, are you alright?"

"Um yeah, just low. I had a couple of tabs. I'll be good."

"Maybe you should sit."

"Ugh." As I leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. "I hate this dude. Have you ever passed out?"

"Nope. But I have come close. That is how I can tell. You look like you are wiped out!"

I told him what my lows feel like. I explained how my vision starts to go and I get shaky. Then the sweating begins which can be embarrassing especially when I am at a business meeting. Realizing I was articulating and have rational thoughts, I figured the glucose was working and off to playing I went. Still got my butt kicked but oh well.

Another time diabetes has reared its ugly head in the middle of a good time.

Unfortunately, we know it will not be the last.