[Note: Gross Story ahead]
So I sweat a lot when I run – and it was about 34 degrees Celsius on Sunday afternoon when I went to Century Park on Sunday at lunch time. I usually run with my phone in a little waist pouch, which tracks me by GPS and allows me to listen to music when I run.
I had run about 4 km and was . . . rounding the corner down the last stretch when suddenly my phone died. I took it out of my pouch, and it was soaked. And heating up. This was not good.
I finished my run and took my phone home and put it in a bag of rice for a couple of days (as they say to do) but it wouldn’t turn on or show any signs of life. It’s now at the Apple Genius Bar awaiting repair (Friday noon).
I’ve been without my phone for 3 days already and while I’ve noticed there are times I miss it (playing games on the bus, waiting for the subway) and then making plans to meet with people can be difficult, but I don’t miss not having it THAT much.
However it is highly probable my friends and co-workers really miss it. Everyone has been like “YOU’RE NOT ANSWERING TEXTS . . .WHERE ARE YOU?!” But me, I’ve gotten used to it already. I think the real lesson is that people want to get in touch with you – but you don’t necessarily need to be in touch with people. Or at least that’s MY lesson.
I’ll be glad to get it back on Friday though.