I have skated 21,000 miles. I know the distance because I have always skated on measured courses, or measured the courses and counted laps afterwords.
My workouts started out normally and extended to at one point a 6 hour marathon that took me 52 miles with breaks and water stops.
One of the problems with inline skates, rollerblading to you, is that with all of that sweeping back and forth, your legs will rub against the inside of the boots. After all of that rubbing, something is going to give. If you’re lucky, the friction will be taken up by the socks, but in my case it started creating pressure sores. I would get raw spots and eventually blisters on my achilles tendon and lower calf on some of these workouts.
Some of the workouts, everything would fall into place. The tension on the socks would be just right, the boot would be tight but not too tight, the temperature was cool but not cold, the sun was bright, the breezes were coming in from the South or the North.
Since my trail was an East-West trail from the Art Museum in Philadelphia, along the Schuylkill River, all the way out to Valley Forge and extended to the Perkiomen Creek in Oaks, Pennsylvania. In that case, the breezes would cool rather than slow me down on my 33 mile workout.
Three times a week. Boy! Do I miss that trail!
Needless to say that if I were to enjoy the trail, I would have to do something about the friction. Remembering Football in High School, I thought to tape up my pressure points and it worked until the warmer weather and sweat conspired to dissolve the surgical tape that I used. The other problem was that the boots themselves would wear down from all of this friction and I’d end up having to replace the boots. For Competition Class skates, $300 would be cheap and they could range up to 10 times that price.
I got the brain storm one day that if I was wearing the knock about daily wear skates, why not try to tape the boot instead of the foot?
Problem was solved, at least for now. I would get around 100 miles out of a repair and that worked because in Peak Season, I would have to tear down the skates, degrease the bearings and re-lubricate them as well as rotate the wheels. It would be a weekly ritual every Monday or so since Saturday and Sunday were spent out enjoying the trails in Summer. It was then that I would touch up the tape.
I was using this standard silver duct tape, the same stuff everyone has seen for 60 years since it was invented in World War II. The tape would wear out spectacularly sometimes during the workouts but for the most part I could rely on it.
One winter we were driving to Florida for our annual snowbird ritual and stopped off in a Barbecue Joint in Virginia. Parking next to a workman’s pickup truck, we went inside. Great meal of pulled pork and afterwords when leaving the parking lot, the truck was long gone. In its place was a large green roll of extremely heavy duty duct tape. We picked it up and went on our way.
According to this article, I’ve just found out that it is typically called “Gun Tape” in the Military as well as “Hurricane Tape” and 100MPH Tape”… I never knew that until today!
Thinking that this heavy stuff might be better than the regular silver stuff, when I arrived at our destination, I replaced the gummy silver stuff with this beefy green tape. It was so tight and so stiff that I thought I could use it to build body panels on cars.
The next day I went to the park and tested it out. Not only did it hold, it was adding some needed rigidity and the super heavy vinyl was smooth and slick. It wasn’t teflon but it was nice and slick.
This oddball roll of tape was going to do the trick.
Over the years I’ve used it for both conventional and non conventional uses. I have a wallet that I made out of the green stuff that is actually stiffer than is reasonable for use since it tends to pop the magnetic clasp open. I’ll work on that, after all who doesn’t need a weirdly shaped green wallet?
The only draw back is that it works a bit too well. I once was skating out from Philadelphia soon after and went past Valley Forge for a rest at the Perkiomen Creek. Beautiful trail out there, but the surgical tape failed and it wadded up on my heels. So sitting on a bridge in the sunshine of a Pennsylvania Spring Morning, with the sun in my face, I pulled out the roll of tape and proceeded to tape my hot spots up. No problem right? Sitting with one foot in a boot, another barefoot, the tape forming green rectangles on the open skin, I got myself rested and prepared for the next 15 miles back to the Jeep at the City Line.
The trip home was one of those amazing workouts with no hotspots, the conditions were perfect and all was well.
Until I got back to the house. You see, all that tape had to come off. I’m a somewhat hairy guy. Yes, you guessed it, I was less hairy once I pulled the tape off. I had at that point a much more healthy respect for what women go through on a regular basis.
Closing my eyes and gripping hard, the next thing I heard was from downstairs, Kevin shouting “ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?!?”. That one square of green plastic with the adhesive of doom was holding onto the skin as well as it could before I pulled it. It also had around 50 hairs stuck inside of the adhesive. One tug and it ripped them off, and none too easily.
From that point forward, In Season, below the crew socks, my ankles and lower calfs would be shaved. I was NOT going to go through that again!
Ladies? Why do you put yourself through waxing? I just don’t get it! On the other hand, no, I will not let you borrow my mil-spec duct tape since I don’t know when I’ll be passing through that particular parking lot in Virginia again. HOLY jumping HANNA! That hurt!