Bloody Socks!
Never fully commit to one type of sock until you know it is a fully satisfying sock. I can not stress this enough. Over the last few weeks I have learned this lesson the hard way. My socks have slowed me down and even caused injury.
Before I came to Germany I had just ended Camp. This means my sock population was almost extinct. Camp has a way of destroying socks which I still do not fully comprehend. To say the least i was in need of new socks.
I went to TJ Max to pick up some quality cheap socks. In my ignorance I bought almost all one type of sock. I had never tried these socks on before, and knew virtually nothing about them.
A few days into my journeys I realized these socks had a nasty habit of scrunching down. That terrible thing some socks do, where the heel part scrunches half way down your foot. This feature was universal to all of my socks now.
This sock scrunching problem has become part of my routine here in Herrnhut. It slows me down as I have to stop often to unscrunch my socks. I was stopping so frequent to unscrunch I have stopped caring. This is even worse because walking for too long with a scrunched sock is very uncomfortable.
This is not where the pain ends. Two days ago I was in our tent, and had left my socks scrunched in my shoe. I decided to unscrunch them, so I put one had on the ground and started unscrunching with the other hand. This is when the person next to me stepped out of the way on someone else. He stepped on my pinky finger and twisted his foot, grinding my finger into the cement. I yelled and pulled my finger back to see the finger nail was hanging there by a bit of skin. I cleaned the wound and bandaged it, but my lesson was clear, never fully commit to one type of sock until you know that sock is fully satisfying.
