• race recovery runner’s clinic report

Our awesome (and fast!) instructors Meghan & Jessica from Hot Bird Running

Last Saturday we had our first in our new RMR Clinics Series. We were sooo excited to host Jessica and Meghan of Hot Bird Running as they schooled us about Race Recovery. And man did they pack in the info! The first half of the presentation they filled us in on how to make a recovery plan. Recovery plan? Yeah, that’s what I said. I’m stoked to make one for my 50K coming up in September. I usually don’t think much about recovery. After the race, my thoughts kinda go…”Well, I made it. Let’s eat. Where did I put my beer? Let’s eat. Dam, that hurts. Where’s my beer? Let’s eat. Nite nite.”

Our clinic was packed with detailed info on what to do AFTER you cross the finish line!

It was sort of refreshing to know I wasn’t alone in my lack of post-race self-care planning. Everyone in the clinic took copious notes on how to set up a plan for the hours after a race, the first few days, the first couple weeks and beyond. The trick is to stick to it so that you recover well for your next race AND for the rest of your running career. A string of bad recoveries may be painful in the short term (not fun), but may shorten your overall years of continued running (absolutely no fun).

Jessica gave us the goods on post run nutrition as well. Among other things, kale chips was on the top 10 list of post race goodies. VERY cool. I love those. Chocolate milk was on the list as well. Everyone seemed pleased about that. After the low-down on making a plan, nutrition, rest,  how soon we should be doing other activities and when to get back to running, Meghan, who is also a yoga instructor,  lead us through a series of stretches – with neckties of all things. Fun! (Mine had boats on it in case you’re wondering).

We also learned more about recovery tools to include the stick, foam rollers, tennis balls, squishy balls, etc. Check out Meghan’s race recovery tools video. Massage, hydration and post-race blues were also discussed and we Q & A’d the heck out of these ladies. It was awesome!

We’ll soon have our list of future clinics and topics up online, so we’ll let you know when the next ones are coming up. Here’s some of our thoughts and topics that have been suggested to us.

Getting Faster: Intro to Speedwork
Climbing Higher: Intro to Hills
Going Longer: Intro to Distance
Racing 101: From Start to Finish
So You Wanna Run a Marathon?
Intro to Trail Running
Injury Prevention
Running Form
Cross Training
Running over 40
Moms Running
Barefoot/Minimalist Running

We’d love to know what you’d be interested in for a clinic or your get new ideas! Please comment below and let us know!

• fight like a girl: michelle’s update

It has been nearly 3 months since I arrived in Oregon and promptly turned my butt around and headed back to Arizona. My treatment for breast cancer is complete and I am happy to say, with favorable results. I cannot express to all of you what it meant to have your words of encouragement and loving thoughts sent my way. It makes me a little shy as I meet you now, shy in a good way, as you know about me and your care still comes forth. I look forward to getting to know you and thank you personally.

In many ways the experience of breast cancer was a blessing. Strange huh? I didn’t expect to feel that way. But I found myself admiring the women that came and went for their treatments. They didn’t look like they had cancer and they came in and out with a bounce in their step.  I decided early on that’s who I was going to be. It gave me strength and a bit of mischief, even a defiance in the game called cancer. When I had my treatments and we would pass each other in the hall, our pink smocks wrapped around us, there was so much said when our eyes met. It was deep and real and I felt like I belonged to a special sorority or club. The running world has a sister place to this too. Laura reminded me of it the other day when she talked about running 20 miles with a buddy, the looks exchanged between you, knowing you are doing something that not everyone “gets”, with wounds shared and victories celebrated. I am so lucky to be a woman.

And so, I leave breast cancer happily behind and start my life in Eugene. Laura and I have been working on RMR, marketing the clinic coming up in a couple weeks, mapping out the booth for the Olympic trials with graphics people and wiping snotty noses. The Run Momma Run household had it’s fair share of colds these last 10 days. With the whiteboard ready, keep checking in for updates, it will be action packed and full of fun as we move into the warmer part of the year.

Can’t wait to see you, till then, Fight Like a Girl!

Michelle

• motherhood: relentless forward progress

Thank goodness I don't have to add curlers to my day's routine too.

Well, the progress part has yet to be determined. Hmmm, ok, that’s not exactly true. My kids are saying please and thank you (almost) automatically now. That part only took 6-8 years. That’s progress right? And it wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t relentless, right? You get the idea.

The correlation between parenting and the staple of  ultra running mantras, “relentless forward progress”, hit me night before last. But the nasty cold hit me first. And, as you know, a stay-at-home-mom can’t really call in sick unless she’s too sick to make a call. The gunkiness hit me quickly…the subtle cough at 4:00pm Monday was a croupy-hack by 8:00. Chills swept in shortly thereafter along with their sidekick body aches. No sleep that night worsened the deal. And the deal was I had to have all the business Quickbooks and taxes paperwork organized and to my CPA by Wednesday at 9:00am. Blurry-eyed and in between shuttling kids, I worked on the pile. By Tuesday after dinner, with about 2 hours to go to finish the accounting, I HAD to crawl into a hot bath.” No worries”, I told myself. I’ll just take a quick one, then finish up the paperwork. I slunked away and closed the bathroom door. Of course, hubby and my awesome biz partner, Michelle, who is here for a few weeks helped when they could, but a mom’s work is never done and no one does things like mom. The love curse.

I slid into the sanctuary of my hot, bubble-filled claw foot and tossed a book by the tub, just in case I got bored. (Nope, I can’t relax. I stash books, phones, magazines and lists everywhere I go, event when I’m sick.) The title of the book made me roll my eyes. “Relentless Forward Progress” It’s actually a guide to running ultramarathons, but at that moment, I just knew that if I opened it and started reading, it would be a detailed account of my day. About 37 seconds into my “break”, my 5 year old daughter came in and plopped herself down on the bathroom rug and proceeded to talk to me about I can’t remember what when suddenly she screamed, “I have a bloody nose!” I opened one eye to see big red drops hitting the rug and her eyes as big as saucers. Bracing myself for chills on top of chills, I jumped out, wrapped a towel around myself and took her out to the dining room. Hoping hubby could take care of her was a silly thought. Not because he’s not capable, but because I thought she would just hop on his lap, gushing nose and all. After a half hour of nose-pinching with head down and a cold compress, having exhausted almost all of my kid-song repetoire, it finally sort of stopped. Kinda. At least enough to put her to bed and get back to the taxes.

Or so I thought.

With wet hair and just my robe, I talked and laid with her until she finally fell asleep at 10:30. At one point, about 9:30, I had thought I could sneak out and jump-start my tub with a little hot water and sneak back in. This was met with screams from her bedroom. So, I slept with her until 11:00.

Gripping a mug of hot throat coat tea, I padded back into the dining room where sat my pile of regurgitated receipts and statements for hubby and I’s businesses. It was his poker night (he left after putting my son down and after May and I were asleepish). He came home at midnight, refreshed my tea, brought me Ricola and gave me a shoulder rub. I shivered and sweated at my computer until 1:30am while he read me statement transactions.

At 2:00am I finally got my hot bath. I can’t say it was worth the wait, but it was worth something.

I’m not very far along in the ultrarunning guide book. I just read a chapter about “Bonk Runs” where you get your body used to running long distances, repeatedly with limited fuel. And B-2-B runs where you go long back-to-back, two days in a row so you can feel what it’s like to push through with tired legs and mental stress. Yep, I was right. It’s a book about motherhood.

• roasted veggie recipes

A rainbow of color with endless possibilities

Seems to me the prettiest foods are the simplest. And, of course, we’re all trying to eat our healthy “rainbows”, right? Lately, I’ve found that roasting up a big ol’ pan of veggies on Sundays is the perfect way to start the meal planning for the week. Since moms (and dads) know that we often cook up 2-3 meals a night or one meal with 4 variations when we have little ones, starting with something that can be flexible helps. As recovery food, they can’t be beat. Add them to sandwhiches, soups or rice and pasta for any quick lunch or even breakfast after your morning workout.

Here’s how I work these puppies into meals…

You can cut up whatever veggies you have left in the fridge, spray them with organic canola oil or drizzle lightly with olive oil, add salt, pepper, a little thyme and/or garlic and roast on 375-400 till they are a bit al dente. Then you can…

• Stick ’em in omelettes  for the perfecto recovery breakfast
• Zap them in the food processor for a couple seconds and add them to rice, orzo, couscous or your favorite grain for a quick roasted veg pilaf
• Add 1/2 to 1 Cup to the blender and mix with spaghetti sauce for a richer flavor and hidden veggies for kiddo sauce
• Blend with enchilada sauce or chop and add to enchilada filling
• Cut into smaller pieces and add to chili or a simple rice-based soup
• Pick out your child’s favorites (or the only one he’ll eat), re-heat as a dinner side
• Warm them, lay on a bed of greens with a little goat cheese, sprinkle with vinaigrette, then die and go to heaven
• Use them in this Moroccan Medley Salad
• Stick ’em on toast when you’re flying out the door
• Cut down on meat and cheese a bit and add to nachos when baking
• Make week night veggie fajitas
• Veggie grilled cheese
• Use to top pizzas and/or blend into pizza sauce
• Chop and mix in with your favorite salsa
• Eat them hot out of the oven. Of course, “as is” is awesome!

I know there’s a million more things you can do with these beauties. What are your ideas?

• cream of vegetable soup

I use fresh veggies in all my cream of yummy soups

I am one lucky mother. Seriously. I’m not sure how it happened, but my kids love soup. Their favorite is cream of whatever. Of course, being the calorie-conscious mom, I never include the delectable ingredient. The soups are creamy nonetheless, very very tasty and are the perfect vegetable delivery system for my kids. I make soup at least once a week, 2 or 3 times in the week during winter. My son is so picky, he hates canned soup and prefers my hot goods in his thermos over just about anything. Here’s my basic recipe for cream of green thing. It’s pretty simple and very flexible, so do some flexing and add/subtract what sounds good to you.

Cream of Vegetable Soup

3 to 3 1/2Cups chopped broccoli or asparagus, cauliflower, potato, whatever veg you like

2 tsp olive oil

1/2 C chopped onion

1-2 tsp seasonings: use what you like that goes with the veggie. I like an Italian mix I have that includes oregano, basil, marjoram, savory, sage. I like a little thyme and dill with asparagus. Spinach is lighter, so I just use a little tarragon with that. We love fresh ground black pepper in everything and fresh herbs from the garden can’t be beat.

1 Tbsp butter

2 Tbsp flour

1 Cube veggie bouillon

4 Cups water

Toppings (optional): Finely chopped spinach or cabbage, sunflower seeds, grated parmesan or crusty bread, drizzle of olive oil.

I like Rapunzel Vegan Veggie Bouillon. There's no MSG which many bouillon cubes have.

Heat oil in a dutch oven or large soup pot, cook onion till soft, about 5 minutes. While that’s cooking, add bouillon to water in a microwavable bowl (I use a big glass Pyrex measuring cup) and heat for 3 minutes. When it’s done, whisk till bouillon is dissolved and set aside.

Add seasonings to onion and stir for 15 seconds. Add butter and stir till melted. Over medium-high heat, stir in flour to form a roux (all sticks together). Slowly whisk in about 2 cups water-bouillon mixture until well blended and starting to thicken. Stir in the rest of the mixture. Bring to a boil and boil 5 minutes. Add chopped vegetables and boil till very soft when tested with a fork, about 10-15 minutes depending on the vegetable. *See note below about making cream of spinach soup.

When veggies are soft, turn heat off and puree  in blender until creamy. Pour soup back in dutch oven and adjust salt and pepper to taste. At this point, you can stir in up to a cup of milk if you want some “creamy” flavor. Taste it as you add it slowly. I’ve tried many kinds of milk in it because my son is somewhat lactose intolerant, but we figured out we like it without milk of any kind. Reheat on low until heated through. Serve, add toppings if desired and enjoy!

*Cream of spinach: I use about 5-6 cups baby spinach leaves when making cream of spinach soup (fresh large leaf spinach would work fine too, clean and chopped). Instead of adding it all at once, I add a cup at a time to the boiling water/onion mixture, stirring until each cup is limp, about 30 seconds each. Bonus- this is the quickest veggie soup evah and is a rich green – beautiful and fast when whipping up something yummy for company.

Let me know how your soup turns out! I’d love to hear what you used to make it your own creation.

• running as art

This piece struck me. I found it on artbywicks.com

I’m not an artist per se. I see myself as naturally talented in the kitchen and sometimes when I sing just the right song with just the right amount of white noise to drown out imperfections, but I have trouble coloring in the lines and my free drawing has not improved since 4th grade.

Then I realized that running is art.

I wasn’t thinking about running or art when I thought of this. (Sometimes I think when you get older, things just pop into your head – vivid moments from the past, things you forgot to do last week, things you are now aware of that you would never think up 20 years ago.) Here are the ways I thought of running as art:

• Almost every moment I’m running, I’m thinking about how to tweak and improve or jazz it up. Sometimes I check my form with every footfall.

• When I don’t think about how to improve it, it usually gets better on its own.

• Like strokes in a painting, sometimes less is more. You just have to know when to quit.

• Sometimes how I  get out the door is an art form. (Like today when had to tuck my daughter in dad’s bed to go back to sleep after she heard me wake at 5:30am as I put my son in a baking soda bath because the little rash on his bum was bothering him.)

• My perspective of running changes over time.

• I don’t see its perfection in the “doing” part anymore. Ie – racing or training for racing. (Don’t get me wrong, I love it just as intensely and I can’t wait to race again.) Instead of the doing, I’m enjoy the being and how it makes me feel day to day.

• I’m learning to let go of old techniques and embrace the new.

• Like art, you can get lost in running, let it sweep you away, keep you mesmorized, draw you in.

• And like a crazed artist, you can also lose yourself… in the numbers, the pace, the PRs, the finishing, the “doing it no matter what”, sometimes at the expense of losing something else important.

• Like other artsy parts of me, it adds to my life and the lives of those around me in a creative way. As I find new people to run with, I am gifted with new perspectives and am able to gift to them mine.

• The young “artist runner” in me is focused on goals.

• The mature “artist runner” in me is focused on the journey.

• And, of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Running isn’t pretty every day, but there is something beautiful in each run.

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Thanks for listening and sharing.

• michelle has breast cancer, and today is another day of love

My Valentine!

Yesterday was the day of love. Today is too. Michelle, my friend and business partner, found out she has breast cancer and I love her more than ever.

When I look at all of us, I see runners, wives, partners, moms, business owners, fitness gurus, artists and creators of amazing things. On top of all that, we’re women. And we’re smart. When Michelle and I hit a roadblock in our lives we always say, “Well, we’re not getting any dumber. There’s that.” It’s true. And it’s a good thing women know how to stick together. We’re awesome at that! That’s why we love sharing all the running goodness that goes on here at RMR as well as what’s up in our own lives. So, as her and I move forward with all the running and playing and learning we want to offer with RMR, we’ll be counting on each other, and all of you, for support, ideas, laughs, virtual hugs and sticking together. Michelle shares her recent story below…

Thanks for the love.

~Laura

I land in Eugene mid January to sunny skies, so excited for the next chapter of my life to begin. Who says it rains all the time over the hill in Oregon? It is beautiful and in the high 40’s, such a change from the dry arid landscape of Arizona. We are thrilled to be together, Laura and I. A dream talked about over many lunches, beers and years, a husband and demographics aside now. We are chomping at the bit with so many ideas and directions to go with the business. We joke (sort of) about turning a whole wall in her dining room into a white board to launch our ideas.

As I settle in and am getting used to my surroundings I notice that the process of finding a home to call my own is challenging me.  They are available and then suddenly gone to another, or too small, too big, or just right, but not mine. A previous trip to Eugene had given me the same results. After a couple of days the sun is still shining but it feels off and strained. I can’t feel the flow and I can’t put my finger on it. I try not to let my mind worry about it too much and just give in to the pace of things and trust whatever this uneasiness is will show itself eventually.

I go off to find my way around town, my trusty GPS in hand looking for a listing for rent that doesn’t seem to exist as I drive and drive not finding the address. I stop and grab a treat at Dutch Bros. They are so friendly here.  Maybe Eugene will be all right after all. And then my phone rings and I notice the number is my doctor’s office in Tucson. I pick up surprised to hear my doc’s voice and her words stop me and grip my heart.  “Michelle, I’m really sorry but you have breast cancer.  My head starts to swim, I feel like I am in a tunnel and she sounds so far away. “You will need surgery… and radiation… possibly chemo”… her voice fading in and out….more details that don’t register and I hang up stunned. This can’t be happening, not to me. The tears and fear start rolling and all I can think of is to get to Laura and tell her so we can try to figure this thing out. I feel guilty and sad as I am ready to be here, but Oregon is not quite ready for me. Three days after I arrive in Eugene, Laura puts me back on the plane, headed for Tucson.

Fast-forward 3 weeks.  I am still in Arizona, seeing surgeons, getting second opinions and further biopsies before surgery at the end of February. So many decisions to make with my health, with Laura and RMR. The healing time it will take and follow up care are putting speed bumps along our RMR dream highway. We need to put some things on hold till I can get my strength back post surgery and get back up to Oregon.

As disappointed as we are, the silver lining has already begun to show itself. Our decisions in how we are managing our personal lives with our loved ones and our RMR dreams feel slower, filled with intention and care. A softness surrounds our process coaxing us to feel our way as we move through our decisions with RMR. This can only be good for us as we grow this business on its path. The whiteboard promising us it will still be there when we’re ready. And for me, I can’t wait to call Oregon home once again.

~Michelle

 

• 10 random things: running, food, friends, gadgets and inspiring women

I’m feeling the need to play bloggy catch up. No big paragraphs for you to read, so throw down a cup a joe and let’s do a “wordless Wednesday” with a couple words thrown in.

My new favorite breakfast or snack: nonfat yogurt with soy nut mix from Costco (soy nuts, almonds, pumpkin seeds, cranberries) I threw in some sunflower seeds and a tsp of peanut butter because breakfast isn't finished without peanut butter.

 

Just in case you were wondering, my kids are still EXTREMELY cute, especially when they are in "best friends" mode. They love each other so much and I'm so lucky to be a play at home mom!

 

I'm a proud business member of the Oregon Track Club and enjoyed their annual meeting last night. To be in a room with coaches, leaders, elite athletes, volunteers, friends and the most passionate of Tracktown fans is humbling. Learning more about the 2012 Trials really got me excited to have our RMR booth there - wahooo!

(Photo from 2011 Eugene Marathon Expo) Lauren Fleshman was the speaker last night at the OTC meeting. She talked about following dreams...like when you were a kid and thought everything was possible. What a dreamer and inspiration she is.

My new swim paddles! My leg workouts are taken care of with running and biking, now it's time to beef up the arms a bit more with this addition to my swimming routine.

 

When we're not running, we're playing cards! Tanya hosted an impromptu poker party. Did you know you can play poker in a Run Momma Run shirt? Of course you can!

The peanut butter Gu experiment went well. I'm a plain-only gal and it wasn't too sweet. I wouldn't make a sandwich with it, but I'll run with it. Oh, and the new headlamp is doing what it's supposed to; keeping me out of the potholes, dog poop and major puddles in the wee hours.

Kale Chips! Chop, shoot with organic cooking spray or drizzle with Tbsp of oil, lightly salt & seed & bake at 200 for 1 hour or till crispy. Guilt-free heaven.

I love Andrea - an amazing woman I am having a blast getting to know. We look like we just woke up, cuz we did...and about to jump in a lake for my 1st open water swim this summer. And now she is my swimming mentor! (See paddle photo above) Oh look, you can wear your Run Momma Run shirt to a lake too

Sarah Bowen Shea, another inspiring woman - in running and in business. She has taught me so much and is so generous with her knowledge. I can't wait for you to enjoy her reading and chat at our Winery Run & Brunch coming up!

What’s up with you all? Running, gadgets, inspiring faces, places or races?

• back to trail running or mud versus chocolate

Uber happy at the half-way turn-around point

My 6 year old daughter and I are reading Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. The latest chapter was about the chocolate room. I’m sure you remember from the book and/or movie, it’s the one where everything is pretty and sweet and eatable and a chocolate river runs through it. Can you imagine the delight?!! Well, those of you who know me know I’d rather be on tour in a cheese factory where the trees and flowers are made of cheddar, gouda and pecorino, where it rains shredded parmesan and the river is made of melted fondue cheese…. But I digress. What I’m trying to say is, I felt like a kid in a candy store on my recent trail run. Forget the Snickers, Jolly Ranchers and Reeces Pieces, however, I had single track, rocks, mud, rollers, lake-side view, birds, fern and yes, even a little poison oak!

Friend Aaron (better known as CrazyPants for the wild tights he wears on cold days), organized a group run out at Lookout Reservoir, just south of Eugene. I love that trail and know it like the back of my hand. When my hubby and I first got together, we would take our 3 dogs there almost every Saturday. We even found our cat of 13 years there as a kitten stranded up a tree and brought him home. My husband often reminds me that it’s where I first started running and “where I learned to breathe.” Anyway, when my coach Cathie from Eugene Running Club said my foot was ready for a mellow 6 mile trail run (if I promised to go slowly), my heart skipped a beat!

I carpooled with my buddy Danuta who planned to run 7 miles a bit faster than I. It was SO nice to catch up with her on the 30 minute ride to the trailhead.

It's been a while since Danuta & I got to hang out - pre-run chat is the BEST!

View from the parking lot at the dam. Is that blue sky?

Dead last but lovin’ every minute of it, my first couple miles were a wake up call. I had forgotten how quick on your feet you have to be to dodge rocks, hop over roots and pretend you have x-ray vision to see what’s under slippery leaves. By mile 4 I was back in the groove though and allowed myself some glances around and out over the lake. Popping in and out of sunlight from under the heavily forested trail, the air was cool and smelled delicious.

Waterfalls and little pools can be found every mile or so of this trail and in the summer, the clover is deliciously lemon-minty.

Who needs a chocolate river when you've got mud to play in?!!

The poison oak didn’t phase me much. I must have brushed by a leaf in that little band between where my sock ends above my ankle and where my long tights start. Doh! My poor hubby ended up catching it on his wrist. It sounds kinkier than it is. It was probably from doing my wash. Anyway, with my shoes full of mud and my heart full of joy, I look forward to my next romp in the woods.

• compression socks are the new rainbow socks

Cozy and oh so fashionable

Remember those rainbow socks we all LOVED. Oh, c’mon, you loved them and you know it. Show of hands. Well, since I can’t seem to find mine and everyone is talking up compression socks, I just decided to grab a pair and try them out. I know, they’ve been around a while, but I’m slow on the uptake sometimes. I love gear and accessories, but am not one to run out and grab the latest thing. However, I have to say that I regret not getting compression socks earlier. Love them! And not just  because they are cozy and oh so fashionable.

But let’s back up. What are compression socks?

They’re not really new. They’ve been around, as you probably know, for a long time in the medical world for use on folks who were bed ridden or had low activity and then prescribed to people who sat for long periods. The idea is that pressure on the leg increases blood flow and inhibits the pooling of blood in one area. This, in turn, is supposed to help speed recovery of muscle soreness and inflammation among other things. Not only are they supposed to be great after a workout, but during. Because I’m still getting back in the saddle with injured time off over the summer, I haven’t worn them in a workout yet, but love the after effects. I can’t wait to try them after a really long run and see how they make my legs feel.

The "left" and "right" tabs make me feel like I'm puttin on something extra scientifically special.

I bought the Nike Cush Compression Knee Highs at The Eugene Running Company. Here’s the technical details from the Nike website:

Designed with high-density padding for the best impact protection, the Nike Cush Compression Knee-High Running Socks are up to the endurance test for comfort and performance.

• Dri-FIT fabric wicks away moisture to help keep feet dry and comfortable
• FootStrike cushioning in ball of foot and heel
• High-density padding for impact protection
• Anatomical left and right fit for superior comfort
• Fabric: Dri-FIT 92% nylon/ 8% elastane
• Machine wash

I first tried them about a month ago after my short and easy runs and they felt so good on my injured footsie. It was supported, which felt great in and of itself, but it also felt tingly and warm and I could tell that the blood was doing it’s thing and my foot was less sore when I got up after resting. They also feel great after a long day on my feet and after I use the foam roller or tennis ball under my foot. Heck, I have put them on after a run and accidentally forgot to take them off. (Geesh, I sound like an old panty-hose commercial.) After a few hours, however, my feet and legs start to feel a bit squished and I have to move on to regular socks or flip flops to let my feet relax.

I’ll keep you posted on how they feel after or during long runs. Until then, here’s some great reading on the subject of compression socks:

• Scientific article:  Compression Socks by Steve Magnus from the Science of Running blog
• Top socks to get from one of our favorite running authors:  Feeling the Squeeze: Compression Socks for Any Running Scenario by Sarah Bowen Shea
• A funny read:  Feel the Squeeze: Sizing Up the Benefits of Compression Socks by Peter Segal

Have you tried compression socks? What’s your review?