No run for me today - I'm not allowed to run two days in a row right now with the tendonitis, so I'm just doing all my rehab stuff like a good girl... and busting out like a million pushups for the 100 Pushup Challenge.
OK, here's the issue with smart phones.
I hate them.
I hate them for a multitude of reasons. I hate that whenever I go out to lunch/dinner/drinks with someone, they update their FB status a million times/ check the scores/weather/latest doomsday predictions... while I feel like my captivating personality and stunning good looks should be enough to hold someones attention for an hour.
Here's another big reason I hate them.
I know that when all you cool kids are sitting down to take a crap and busting out your smart phone to play your fancy games, the only game I get to play is see how quick I can hit Start/Stop on the stopwatch on my phone. .09 seconds baby.
But, I've found a reason to hate my "dumb phone" as I lovingly refer to it, even more.
My phone has this conversion calculator.... it'll tell you how many ounces in a gallon, square inches in a hectare.. you get the idea.
So, I mistakenly wanted to know how much, in tons, I weigh.
Put my weight into this stupid device:
OK, it's hard to read. But it says
122 lbs = .55336 tons
Half a ton? F*ck this thing.
I'm getting a smart phone.
