Devastating News

Today, I lost my Nike shoe sensor.

It’s possibly the worst thing that’s happened since my grandpa died.  Oh wait, there was that whole friend screwing the guy I was seeing thing. . . no, I think this is worse.

This is what I get for being all rebellious and thinking I could sneak by with my Asics instead of spending $100 on a pair of shitty Nike running shoes.  Well, or it’s what I get for not being a little smarter about how I attempted to sneak by with my Asics instead of spending $100 on a pair of shitty Nike running shoes.

You probably think I’m being melodramatic for humor, but I’m so not.  As soon as I realized I’d lost it, I packed up the kids and headed to the store to buy a new one because I planned to run this evening and can’t run without it.  We got sidetracked and bought a new pair of running shoes on the way (not Nike, but these have a little pocket on the tongue that could securely hold my precious Nike sensor).  And, then we got to Target and THERE WERE NO NIKE+ KITS.  I almost died.

We ran across the street to Walmart, NONE.

We then spent 45 minutes retracing our steps.  Couldn’t find it.

Please note:  the kids missed their naps for this.

I am now sitting here, frantically ordering a new sensor online, and dreading the wait for it to arrive.

I’m thoroughly addicted to this thing.  If that weren’t clear before, it definitely is now.  I have no idea how I will get my runs in between now and the days it takes for my new sensor to show up in my mailbox.

If I tell you I’ve been fighting back tears, are you gonna judge me for it?  Because. . . I’ve been fighting back tears.

I miss my Nike + iPod.