The saga of the socks

Stupid socks!

A few weeks ago I bought a pair of wool running socks for $15 from my friend Lino at Northern Sports. Of course, socks being what they are, it took me two weeks to lose these expensive socks. Until today, they were simply missing. I figured they were in some God forsaken corner of this house and would reveal themselves to me.

I last saw the socks two weeks ago when I threw them in my suitcase in hopes of getting a run in while we were in Cochrane. I didn’t get the run in, but at least my intentions were good. At 6:30 today I decided the socks were lost - figuring Jonas probably took them out of the suitcase in Cochrane and hid them on daddy. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

I was meeting my running partner at Northern Sports anyway, so I figured I’d buy the exact same pair of socks for the low price of $15. I mean, if I’m going to run I’d might as well have the proper socks.

Lino asked me if I checked my suitcase after I told him the story.

"Yes I checked my suitcase!" I replied.

I had a great run, I’m happy to report. Five-plus Km in 34 minutes at a nice pace - not too fast not too slow. The great part was that my running partner and I talked the whole way and I wasn’t winded at all. Time just flew right by. I can’t explain how much more enjoyable running is when you do it with other people. It’s kind of like sex in that regard.

Anyway, when I got home I started packing for our weekend getaway and I found the stupid socks in the friggin' suitcase. They were tucked away in one of the outside compartments. I only noticed them when I felt the lid of the suitcase - it took me a minute or two to figure out how to open the compartment. Along with the socks I found the two rechargeable batteries I was looking for. Bonus!

We are off to Bracebridge this weekend for a getaway with the inlaws. On Sunday I am meeting my dad at Casino Rama to see Crosby Stills and Nash. Oh how I wish young was there too.