The Thrill of Victory, The Agony of... Losing your Phone

For the last two weeks (and sorry for not reporting last week) I have been running no less than 5 miles every time I go out. This was gloriously capped this Sunday with my first 6 mile run. A 10K (minus .2) in less than a year. I wish I could tell you my time in this historic run but I can't. See, at some point during the run, the pocket in which I was keeping my phone ripped and the phone fell. As I was finishing my run, I go looking for it to hit stop and its not there. Ironically, I was just talking to my wife about me getting a GPS watch. Well, to be honest I was buttering her up so she would let me buy one (they are kind of expensive for those not familiar) and one of the reasons I was giving her was that in my pocket, the phone was bothering me (it moves quite a lot) and it could also break, or worse I could lose it.

Well, I lost it.

Now I know what you are saying: "Frank, you got one of those arm band thingies for Father's Day, why don't you put it in there?" Because that's where I keep my iPod which I also carry with me. We runners are a special bunch. Anyway, I quickly got home and into our mini-van and doubled back the entire route. Twice. Did I mentioned it was raining? Assuming no one had taking it already, it was getting wetter by the minute so time was crucial. But it was not to be. The phone was gone (or I didn't see it). I mean, it was early Sunday morning! At that hour, the only people awake are either running or getting ready for Church.  So I went back home.

I was so angry at myself. I told my wife what happened and let her know and told her I would take a shower and head to the phone carrier store to claim a replacement since I have insurance. And as I was taking a shower my sister called my wife to let her know someone had called her and had found the phone! I quickly called (well I finished my shower first) and made arrangements to pick up the phone. It turned out to be this very nice lady who was leaving her house to go to Church. Go figure. The phone stopped recording the run at 4.5 miles. Looking at the map data, you can see where the lady picked up the phone and took it home. So of course, RunKeeper published I ran 4.5 miles in 1:36. Now I have no trouble admitting I'm slow but give me some credit. I edited the activity but the "run" was already posted to Facebook and Twitter. Oh No! The three people who follow this blog have the wrong information.

So to recap: My weekly mileage went up from 13 miles to 16, I ran the furthest I have ever run (6 miles) and ultimately, I did not lose my phone. Sounds like a good week to me.