Nate, killer of iPods

NatePod #3 is dead. It appears that I sweat through my armband holster thing yesterday during my long run, let it stew overnight in that moist environment, and fried the circuitry. Damn. This is getting ridiculous. I hope I can just do a swap at the Penn Bookstore, and don't have to bike out to Ardmore for service.

Ran 3 silent miles on the treadmill, then did an upper body lift.

Classes are free this week at Pottruck. If I wake up early enough, am going to try a spinning class tomorrow to see if I like it.