Shortly after I started running, I realized that my beat up sneakers just weren't going to cut it. So I took everyone's advice and high-tailed it over to a proper running store where I was watched (and filmed!) while I ran and then I chose from a variety of quality running shoes.
But, as with many things in my life, I came unprepared and had to "borrow" a pair of running socks to try on the shoes. I fell in love instantly, they were smooth and pink and awesome and I wanted some! No, my husband's oversized Hanes cotton socks just weren't going to cut it anymore. So $150 later I walked out of the store with shoes, insoles, and 3 pairs of socks.
I gave strict instructions to the family that these socks could not be dried, and that they were *very special socks* only to be used for running. All was going well, until I noticed a few days ago that one of the socks had gone missing. And no, I couldn't just use another one, as my husband suggested because there are right socks and left socks.
After some searching, I found the missing sock in the dark crevasse between the dryer and the wall and knew at once that I must recuse it! So, long pointy object in hand, I reached down and rescued by dear-missing-but-now-found left sock.
And just in case you were wondering, yes I did run it through the washer again before wearing it since it was just a tiny bit dusty!
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