My ipod was blaring in my ears, people were parting the way for me (maybe this is an embellishment) and my legs were moving like a kangaroo, bounding up those hills. I almost made it to the top of the steepest point of my run when my ipod wimped out on me. My music went dead and all I could hear was the sound of my keys jingling in my jacket pocket. NO!
A quick check on the top of the hill and my worst fears were confirmed, my trusty ipod decided that he was not made to do hills and promptly died on that last push up. I quickly thought that at least I had my cell phone and there were a couple songs on there to keep me going. Fail. The phone has a different headphone jack than ipods, in fact, different than every other device out there. Specialty earphones. Parfait.
Darn. I may have felt strong and fresh and motivated, but without the music, there was no more bounding for me. I slowly turned to the right to make a big loop back through the city home. No worries, I loaded my phone up with my favorite running songs and pulled out the "special" earphones to use for the next trip out.
RIP ipod-- You took me through many long runs, hills, train rides and walks. You were a trusty companion and will be missed.