I just purchased my first iPhone the other day and I’m telling you what, that’s some business phone right there. I’d always been a fan of the Blackberry because they were always number one in my book, but after a few days with the iPhone, they’re relegated to number two, if you know what I mean. In fact, up until my new iPhone, I’ve had only Blackberry’s – from the very first one, thirteen years ago.
In any event, because I rely on my phone so much, I’ve decided to Life Proof it, across the board.
My running/riding buddy Pete has the case and has nothing but good things to say about it – after frying more than one phone with sweat, he bit the bullet and purchased the best iPhone case on the market (at least that I know of):
Now before you go getting all excited, these cases are NOT cheap, and to go whole hog with it is a pretty penny, but I’m all for being able to take underwater films with my phone – and if I can do that, I won’t have to worry about taking my phone with me on a run and destroying it (quite often I’ve got guys working on Saturdays and odd hours, so I have to have my phone with me at all times – it’s just a bonus that I get to track workouts with it).
With that, I picked up the case, the belt holster, the bike stem mount and the swimming (yes, swimming) arm band. From the way Pete loves his case, I won’t even bother with a review unless something turns out to be less than perfect in fit and function, it should be a no-brainer.
Don’t quit five minutes before the miracle happens…
In recovery we have a saying that applies aptly to fitness as well. Fitness, like recovery is a finicky thing. It’s tough to get going, to build the time to exercise – whatever form that may take – into our lives. At first it is work, thus the name workout. I’ve read figures that show as many as 70% of people who start an exercise program won’t last more than a month before they decide that it’s too hard. This post is for those 70%.
Generally speaking there is a reality that at some point fitness ceases being work. Often this will take some time as it did in my case, for others it happens quickly. We fit folks, the one’s you see cruising about the neighborhood every day (or every other day for the runners), eventually come to a point where we need the exercise. I’ve explained at length in the past my need to exercise – in my case, my day job is exceptionally stressful. I have no healthy outlet for that stress if I’m not exercising. In the past, I’ve gone several weeks without lacing up the running shoes, usually during the cold winter months and I can tell you, by the third week I’m miserable. Fortunately, I have a lot of friends that I run with and when I explained being miserable to a couple of them they pointed out that I’d missed running for a few weeks and that they weren’t surprised that my balance was off. For those who don’t have that kind of support, that mild depression can devolve into full blown depression in a hurry – and when I’m in that state, the last thing I want to do is work. Running becomes a depressive paradox, or pair of ducks if you will. I don’t want to go running because I feel like crap, but running is the only thing that will make me feel better.
As my tolerance for mental anguish has decreased over the years, and as a full blown alcoholic it was quite high, especially when I first quit drinking (meaning I could tolerate a lot of mental anguish before it motivated me to get off of my @$$), skipping runs decreased because I couldn’t tolerate the stress as well since I found an outlet. This shifted into high gear when I began riding regularly last June. When I started out, on a Huffy mountain bike, the best I could do was four miles in about 16 minutes (about 15 mph which is pretty fast for a mountain bike that’s two sizes too small) three times a week with my normal running. By the time October rolled around, I was riding every day 12-16 miles @ 18-19 mph (on a road bike) and still running twice a week. As much stress as I could build up in a day at work, it would be worked out before I ate dinner. As the stress decreased, so did my tolerance for it. As my tolerance for stress decreased, my need and enjoyment of exercise increased…
Exercise has changed from something I had to do to lose weight to something I want to do to feel good.
That’s the miracle. Don’t quit five minutes before you get that.