I have become diehard when it comes to my scheduled runs, and on Sunday, that bit me in the ass. I started a jog, and the bottom dropped out and I got soaked...and so did my iPod. MintyLou was fine when I got back inside, then yesterday morning...nada...the damn thing would not. turn. on. I ended up having to jog my 1.25 miler prework workout without any music. oh man. It bit.
I wish I could say I was more upset that I broke it. I have been not so secretly lusting after the new orange iPod nanos. I look at them, and smile at them, and lust after them everytime I see them. It is downright obnoxious. I am Apple's target market...I LOVE their gadgets. I kept thinking...if MintyLou doesn't recover, I probably can get a new one...
After work yesterday Mr. P picked me up so that we could go watch the college kid present her research at an undergrad research forum. It was pretty neat. There are these salamanders that field guides say are "identical" and her research demonstrates that in fact, that is not the case. Tonight we go back to see if she won an award. That would be cool. (ETA: SHE TOTALLY WON her division. A plaque and $100!)
But, back to iPods. When I got in Mr. P's truck, look what he had for me:
Let me introduce you to my new jogging/gym BFF: OrangeUGladys. I love her. We did a 5K earlier today, and I think I ran a bit faster with her latched onto my arm.
I have learned my lesson. If in the future I insist on rainy jogs, I will stuff OrangeUGladys into my bra for safekeeping!