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CONTEST: “GIVE YOURSELF A HAND”

Handana on lefty.

Handana on lefty.

Hi Trippers!

Ready for another contest?

Well, this one couldn’t be better timed as we’re now all running in the midst of the sum-sum-summertime.

Yup, hot weather means sweaty running. Or in my case, gushing buckets from every pore on my body running.

So how about we give you a “hand” in keeping your excessive dewiness under control.

Recently, I posted a Gear Check article about the “Handana,” a cool sweat band you wear around your hand.

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GEAR CHECK: THE HI-TECH BANDANA… THE “HANDANA”

Give yourself a not-so-sweaty hand.

Give yourself a not-so-sweaty hand.

I’ve made it a point that every time I go to a race expo I pick up one new item to give a try. I’m always looking for diamonds in the rough.

When I was at the San Diego Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon Expo earlier this month, I was kind of rushed (we got their only about 40 minutes before they closed), so I didn’t get to spend my normal amount of time checking things out.

I was heading for the exit a little bummed that I was leaving empty-handed. Then one booth caught my eye and I stopped to see what was what.

Looking at what appeared to be oddly shaped lycra straps, my first inclination was this was yet another company trying to sell funky smartphone holders.

Nope.

As the nice lady at the booth explained, this was the “Handana,” a new take on the traditional wristband or sports headband.

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RUNNING NUGGET: SAVED FROM SWEAT…

Sweaty

A dab will do ya.

Famed football coach Lou Holtz was quoted as saying that “no one has ever drowned in sweat.” Although I think I’ve come close. You see when I exercise I’m a bit of a sweater… okay, calling me a bit of a sweater is like calling the shark from Jaws a “bit of a fish.”

After a race or a training run I look like I just jumped into a pool with my clothes on. My buddies have joked that sweat is “fat crying.” If that’s the case, when I run it seems like my fat is having a full-on nervous breakdown.

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