A month with my old iPod wasn't the nostalgia trip I expected

I'm running down Manhattan's West Side Highway on an unseasonably warm evening in March. Despite the number of joggers, walkers, and dogs of all sizes crammed into the urban pathway lining the Hudson River, I'm cruising. Little do all these other runners know that today is unusual for more than just the weather and crowds.

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