Robbed

I had my phone stolen by dicks of human beings this evening.
I've seem them do it to other people, wizz past on a bike and snatch it while you're on the phone, but I was totally caught unawares.
I refused to play victim and chased them down with all the strength I could muster with the intention of pushing them off their bikes when I reached them .
Didn't.
Broke down in the Apple Store.
Drove home in a police car.

Keep wanting to do things that require my phone. Can't.
Keep having uneasy moments when I know they could be creepily looking through all the millions of private things on my phone.
My 3000 photos, my 300 contacts, all my texts, e-mails, ah... makes me sick.

Watching the 10k women's Olympic race wishing I could have run like that today.

RIP I-phone number 3