Saturday, August 4, 2007
On my quest to avoid any-and-all catastrophes during the race, I'm now experimenting with sockwear. Normally, I wear black or dark grey technical socks, most of which are advertised as "trail running" socks, in that...well, they're dark and don't show dirt, I imagine.
A couple of weeks ago, I bought 2 pairs of Injinji socks, which have have separated toes, to avoid rubbing and, thusly, blistering. Not being tough enough of a kid to pull off these when they hit the scene in the 70's, this was my feet's virgin journey into the 5-toed unknown.
Once on, I couldn't stop laughing.
I wriggled my toes and yelped: "MY FEET ARE WEARING GLOVES!" and "THEY'RE NOT TOES, THEY'RE FINGERS!", and "I SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO SEE MY TOES, BUT I CAN!"
Today was my second run in them, and I really do enjoy the comfort they provide: No chafing, and if dirt does manage to get into my sock, the grit doesn't rub in between my sweaty toes.
However, about 2 1/2 hours into today's 4 hour run, a pebble worked it's way into my shoe. Having forgotten what my sock of choice was, I removed my shoe, looked down, and started cackling as I flexed my 5 little piggies in their individual blankets.