A Sock Is a Sock?
After spending god only knows how much on a new pair of kick-ass ski boots, the last thing you want to do is shove any old sock in there and call it a day. I may have lived under a rock, but I used to comb the earth for ski socks that were thin enough to fit my darn feet into my boots yet not some slippery silk piece of nothingness.
Truth be told, I didn’t even really know compression socks existed, until some dude was handing them out of his trench coat at the bar one night.
First impressions? With a name that long I kinda thought it was going to make me 10 times stronger or blast me into space, so when neither of those things happened I was a little sad.
But then I realized that I’d found a sock just like I described in the opening paragraph. Booyaa! All the fancy dancy other feature benefits like reduced foot and calf fatigue were just a bonus. Can’t say I’m tuned into my body enough to know if my foot is less fatigued, but they’re definitely a good way to avoid touring blisters.
The only downside is that it’s like struggling to get an undersized condom on every morning before you go skiing.
But once you get past that part, you’ve got a super form-fitting sock that stays where it belongs and gets you through a massive day in custom race boots without too much whining.
Thumbs up from me. I’m not going to get too techy. After all, it’s just a sock. Or is it?