Every morning, itās the same routine: get up, get dressed, get out the door to the Prairie Path, run.
Not mentioned: Grabbing my earbuds. Making sure the cord is twisted in the perfect way so that the music works. Configuring the perfect way to hold my iPhone and keys so that I can pretend Iām not really holding electronics and sharp metal keyrings while I settle into my four-mile dash.
Not surprisingly, Iāve been pondering ways to streamline my morning run, at least when it comes to tech.
A long-time holdout for air pods (not sure whyā¦there would be no tricky cord rituals required), I considered giving into yet another Apple product. Then, combined with an Apple watch (only in ārose gold,ā of course), I could eliminate the need to hold my phone, stop worrying about earbud cords, and merely hold onto my keys each morning.
But, sometimes, there is actually beauty in the chaos.
Recently, I discovered that, somehow, the way I hold my iPhone while running has created the perfect setup for accidentally taking photos. Lots and lots of photos.
On my phoneās camera roll, I realized there were dozens of blurred (and dare I say almost pretty?) pictures of the nature trail from all of my outdoor runs this summer.
I didnāt have any idea I had been documenting an entire season of running, but there it was. Photos were scattered in between photos I meant to take, like little dividers between the days of photos.
The colors in the earlier nature run photos were a light green blur. These gave way to darker greens and brighter, colorful flora in the middle of summer. A dustier, earthy, August color followed.
I probably wonāt do anything with the photos, and I will probably still imagine the beauty of cordless ear buds and a sleek Apple watch. I just couldnāt help but love the discovery of a little art borne out of a less than perfect setup.
