Most of you know about my little incident by now, but I just had to post it here to document this part of the journey. The journey that could never begin without a fully functioning smart phone.
Dear Friends and Family,
Long story short:
Please send me all of your phone numbers. Cell, work, home - whatever you want me to have.
Long story kind of short:
I was on mile 5 of my 16 mile training run this morning when it happened. Thoughts of the NY Marathon filled my mind while Kanye filled my ears, having a grand ol' time! My phone placed securely in a ziplock bag - as usual. Well... not so usual, moisture gets in. (I say moisture because no one wants to read about my sweat - well - there - I said it, sweat. :)
So, moisture = water damage = not salvageable = new phone. 1.5 weeks before I move to Spain.
Which by the way, I already have an iPhone in Spain waiting for my return. I debated bringing that one back this last trip. "Nah...what would I need that for" I said.
Yes... seriously.
Which by the way, I already have an iPhone in Spain waiting for my return. I debated bringing that one back this last trip. "Nah...what would I need that for" I said.
Yes... seriously.
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| Exactly how I felt. Right here. |
Update: All is right with with the world. Working phone once again in hand. Feels soooo good! :) Yes, addiction is an evil thing.
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