A few years back, I cancelled my gym membership because I realized I could do everything I did at the gym much closer to home. Actually, at home! I could jog and I could cycle and I could exercise and all without the stink and sweat of horrible people all around me. I could do all of this without having to watch Fox News, which 24 Hour Fitness seemed to love putting in front of me. And I could do it all to the beat of my own drum… er, iPod.
I didn’t have to listen to the same crappy music they played at the gym over and over and over and over again.
And that’s what I did. I started jogging and cycling and exercising, all to the tunes I had on my iPod Nano, which clipped right onto my shirt. I was saving money and getting a better workout as well!
… all until the day when I lost my iPod.
That’s the problem with the Nano, you see. It’s small enough to clip to my shirt – well, the Gen 6 version I had – but also small enough to MISPLACE! And that’s exactly what I did about a week ago.
And lengthy, intense search commenced… and I found nothing.
Worse still, Apple has discontinued the good Nano (Gen 6) and replaced it with some oversized, overweighted, big, fat, stupid looking… Gen 7. The dummies… Seriously. Have you seen these things? They’re hardly small enough to be considered “nano” at all!
What to do?
Well, as it turned out, Vicky had picked up a Gen 6 Nano at about the same time as me – lo, those many years ago. She’d never loaded hers up with music. It was fresh. It was (dare I say) virginal!
And it was mine! (Once Vicky generously offered to let me “borrow” it.)
And I learned something interesting about iPods. It was something I hadn’t really suspected.
You see, I had loaded up my previously Nano a little at a time. Whenever I purchased some new music, I would throw some of it on the iPod.
Now, faced with a fresh iPod, I had to load it all up from scratch.
This took me two days! In the end, I had – nay, have – 1.7 days of music, over 700 songs!
… some may consider this overkill.
But I like having plenty of music to choose from, as I set the Nano to shuffle every single time… That sounds positively boring. But I promise you, it’s not.
In fact, I’m electrified, dying for a chance to take it out for a jog or a bike ride!
… tomorrow. First thing tomorrow.
Vicky bought donuts.
(Not the ending you were expecting, was it?)