I was hunting socks on Saturday. No, not the former First Cat; I was looking for some socks in which to run. I stopped into one of the Boro's two sports equipment stores, and saw some Dri-Fit socks. I usually like my socks a little thicker than these, but they promised to keep my feet dry by wicking away all that nasty sweat. As a bonus, they're supposed to keep blisters at bay. I've not run enough to worry much about blisters of late, but, hey, an anti-blister feature has got to be a good thing, right?
The Round O Rowdies were depleted at the 7 a.m. Sunday start: it was just me, Kevin and Michael. Michael's serious. He was going to do 20. Kevin wants to do 10. I'm looking at between 5 and 8 miles. I put my pedometer-equipped i-Pod in my pocket (earbuds out. Don't want to be rude), and start my jaunt. I'm not feelin' it. Nope. I got to the turn 2.5 miles out from the start, and decided that five'd be plenty. I turned around; ran a little; jogged a little; walked a little. I got back a little less than an hour after I started; hardly a break-neck pace. My feet are awash in sweat, and, for the first time in months, I've got a blister. Stupid socks.
Monday, June 8, 2009
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Those wicking materials aren't really worth spit in humid climates ... out where it's dry, they work amazing, I'd run for years in that stuff before moving out here, I was stunned at how well it works in dry weather!
blister's suck.
Hey, what happened to your bro? He's dropped off the face
It's just a little blister, Chase, and I wouldn't've minded much, expect for the "anti-blister" bluster.
Andy is, once again, having computer problems. The boy needs a new computer. His school laptop is being repaired, and he should have it back in a week or so.
Hope they don't find all that porn on his laptop!
Dave, thick socks rule. My husband works on computers.
Well, of COURSE your husband works on computers (Tam, I have no idea what that means).
(me, too, Chase. Me too).
I hate this. I have no reference point now on your blog. I don't run and I wear socks. I'm lost.
You know, it's sort of unexpected, but the best running socks I've *ahem* run across are from Costco of all places. Just the right thickness.
And I've been personally anti-wiki since they stopped letting just anyone edit it.
John, socks aren't a running story (and you have to know by now how totally A.D.D. I am. Out of the 99 thoughts that fly into my head simultaneously, maybe the next one will be up your alley).
That's "wicking", QJ. Oh, you knew that. Silly me. Maybe I'll shuffle off to Charleston to their Costco, since Walmart is the only megastore in the Boro.
My question is: If you're wearing shoes over your wicking socks, where else would the wick'd sweat go but back into your shoes?
Dave, you said your brother's computer wasn't working. My husband works on computers. He's in Tampa, right? I'm in Tampa. See where I am going with this?
...which is why thick socks might be better. Something wicking this way comes, indeed, Star. See, you LIKE the water. You swim and stuff. I'm a land guy.
I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, Tam. I'll pass this along to A-Man.
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