The Woman in my Ipod

I was surprised at Christmas when my wife bought me a nano. I felt like a 16 year old. I didn't think I would use it that much unless I became stranded in an airport or decided to go back to college. Would I begin to use phrases like, "What it is?" or "'Sup Bro?" But it has turned me into a runner. I used to make fun of runners. I was annoyed by runners. I could not understand what would drive an adult to run without an animal chasing him. So I purchased a Nike Ipod Sports Kit. I'm sure professional runners would make fun of it but I am convinced the little lady inside is going to keep me from having a heart attack one day. In case you don't know, the Sports Kit comes with an adapter that will communicate wirelessly with a chip on the runner's shoe. And it keeps track of your runs, distance, calories burned, and more. I love it. But I think there is something deeper going on. I don't want to let the woman down who updates me on my progress. Sometimes I push a button mid-stride so I can hear her pleasant voice. "Five minutes remaining," she tells me. And five more minutes I run. So I ate fish tacos at lunch and a sausage biscuit for breakfast. I may be exhausted but I will not...I repeat....will not let the Nike woman down. So far I have run close to 70 miles with 20 some odd runs and I owe it all to her.

Thank you Nike woman.