A post about … well … sweat
Nice topic I’m sure.
Glad I’m not eating … oh wait, I am. It’s all I seem to do at the moment.
So, yeah, sweat.
Yesterday I went for a long run … 12km. It was a tad ambitious of me considering: my hydration levels, my fitness and the weather. Frick it was hot yesterday … sticky, humid with a hot wind.
Nonetheless, I figured I’d just plod along, there’s no hurry!
But I thought I’d better take my phone as I’d be travelling quite a distance from home, on quiet country roads. Just in case. Anything could happen.
Problem: where will I put my phone. I don’t want to carry it, I HATE having things in my hands when I am running. Ooh, I know, I’ll stick it down my crop top. I have a fabulous tight, flattening crop top which holds the bazoombas in well, the phone won’t bounce out of there. It’ll be perfectly safe.
What a cunning plan.
If only it wasn’t so hot. I sweated all over my phone, didn’t I?
When I got it out of my crop top, it wasn’t working. Bugger. I opened up the back and all this (let’s call it “water” … much more becoming) came out. Oh crap. I don’t want to have to get a new phone, that one was perfectly fine. For two hours, I dried it out on the window sill. Put the battery back in, no go. Crap. Double crap. Hubby suggested the “water” had shorted out the battery and maybe it just needed a jump start. Plugged it into its charger and it was away.
Hooray! It lives! It’s a miracle! See, that’s why I only have Nokias.
Lesson learnt. I am now off to buy myself a Fuel Belt. A very handy option for long runs and it means I can carry the all important phone. Maybe I should write to Nokia … they might be able to create the “Sweat Phone”. Think of the gimmicks … it could come with a little Pat Cash-style sweat band!! Brilliant.
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