Where our wrists have become decidedly smarter than our brains and trendier than our ankles.
Which elicits the appropriate question, where’s the wearable technology for our ankles? Google anklets? GANKLETS?!
Regardless, we had been reluctant to adopt the wearable tech trend as of late, which, in the confines of San Francisco, is akin only to blasphemy. All like this. And this. And definitely this. Reluctant for the sole reason that ignorance is bliss and a slice of pizza.
Which, if we’re being completely honest, we’re totally eating an ultimeat pizza from Round Table right now (we call it ‘ultimeatza’); BUT, consider us a little less ignorant.
We partnered up with Jawbone about a week ago to test drive their Jawbone UP3 trackers. And in that timespan, we’ve changed. A condensed version of that change goes something like:
Day 1: Chris complains about having to wear the band throughout the day and when he sleeps.
Day 2: Brock’s all like, “Chris, look at my heart rate. You’re stressing me out. Like, right now. You’re stressing me out right now.”
Day 3: Chris is all like, “I’ve slept for eight hours, with two hours of deep sleep, AND I’ve burned 2,231 calories today. WHAT?! I’M BASICALLY SUPERMAN.”
Day 4: Brock’s all like, “I’m setting my sleep goal to 10 hours even though I’d really like 12, which means I’m compromising, because eight hours is just NOT enough.”
Day 5: For the first time in over a year, we wake up before 6am and NOT because we’re rushing to get to the airport. We wake up in a period of light sleep, not even feeling groggy. And THIS is our reaction.
And then Day 6 and Day 7 pass in a euphoric blur because 1) we eat every hour of the weekend AND 2) we stop actively thinking about wearing our UP3’s and instead continuously check our progress throughout the days.
Couple this life change with the fact that we’ve embraced the UP3 as an extension of our looks and suddenly we’re just as concerned with our health as we are how we look. Not to mention, our UP3’s have become just as essential as our brass cuffs, almost as if they stand in, on their own, as their very own arm party on our wrists. ARM PARTY!
Regardless… HURRAY for our health 😛
