I only strapped the Apple Watch on my wrist at least six months after the much hyped-up launch, so all I had read about in the media back then was already jaded in my mind, or replaced by my attention to getting the most out of my other new tech crush, the iPhone 6s.
My Apple Watch works perfectly with my iPhone, like they were created to work together. Actually, an extension of the phone is probably more accurate. The home screen of the Apple Watch is an artistic collaboration of the apps you have on your phone, represented by the same icons on your watch face and ready to access via your wrist as long as your watch and phone are communicating across Bluetooth.
Before I’m even out of bed, I lay as still as I can, pretend to still be asleep and keep my heart from even noticing that I’m stealthily bringing my wrist to within my eyesight to be able to read my lowest of low heart rate. No buttons required. A finger swipe on the screen and a measurement begins, that’s when I notice there is already an automatic reading from a few seconds ago before I even started trying to trick my heart. I’ve always played the game of seeing how low I can get my heart rate and Apple seems to know the joy I get from seeing the number slide a few digits below 40 bpm.
Now that I know my heart is ready for it, I start my day. For me this means a commute along the coast road between Hout Bay and Cape Town CBD. I’m a writer and I try keeping my mornings free from meetings, a quick glance to the calendar confirms nothing is scheduled this Tuesday morning and I can get on top of the current deadlines looming for Runner’s World Magazine.
Today the traffic is mostly smooth going, I managed to get up early so I avoided some bottle-necks, but just as I was getting hopeful of a clear run in, I hit some roads works and need to settle down for an excruciating full 1min 49 seconds wait. Like you, I use these moments to catch-up on things like Instagram, to see what else is happening out there for those not stuck in 6:57am gridlock. I don’t need to grab my phone though; the Instagram icon is on my screens homepage with all the other iPhone apps so I simply have a little browse on my Apple Watch and like a few images that deserve my heartfelt attention.
I’m at my desk before anyone else this morning. I’m writing a story for a trip I have recently returned from in Switzerland where I was riding fat bikes in the snow. To refresh my memory and rekindle the vibe from the Alps, I scroll though some images from the trip. It was a proper adventure and the image fills up the screen to bring the biting cold feeling back to my bones and a little chuckle as I see my posing stare into the camera. This picture was actually taken by the iPhone itself. It crazy cool how you can place your phone anywhere with the camera app open and then operate from an independent space entirely by the Apple Watch. No need for long arm selfies.
While I’m writing the feature out, I glance up at the wall to see the flat plan of the publication – this is what we use to see how far we’ve got with the content for the forth coming issue. It’s a wonder my heart rate is not higher with panic of the amount of blank pages which still need to be filled. There’s work to be done.
Of course any writer worth his salt is a world-class procrastinator and after just a short while bashing keys, I decide to check in with my buddy across town to see if he is ready for a favourite work break, a game of darts. This brings into play a novel feature of the Apple Watch – the sketch feature. What ever I draw on mine, shows up on Deans’ when I chose to send to his Apple Watch. It’s real time and all I need to do is send him the ‘?’ and he knows exactly what I mean – it’s time to kick his but in a round of darts.
For the record, Dean won that round. I send him a sketch. I won’t show you what I drew this time though. Enjoy your Apple Watch – they are great fun, useful, reliable and intuitive. And this is just round one. I look forward to the next iteration. Maybe Siri can teach me to play a better round of darts.