Gear Reviews That Don’t Suck: Yaktrax

I’m not sure about you, but the reviews of gear I typically find are just about worthless. *Somehow* they always come out just as the product is released, and even when testers get demos, I feel like they rarely put the product through the paces necessary to provide a relevant review. Really? You ran a whopping 30 miles in those shoes, and that qualifies you to regard it as “tested?” My promise to you, loyal reader(s?) is that anything I review will include quantifiable use and won’t regurgitate lines copied out of the product’s description.

At any rate, today’s product is Yaktrax.

Yaktrax at Rest.

I’ve been using these things on and off for a couple of years. The nice thing is for about $40, you can have good traction on snow and ice, which even when you combine it with a pair of running shoes around $100, still leaves you paying less than what you would for studded running shoes. As far as their utility, I’ve put hundreds of miles on Yaktrax (about 500 this winter) and I trust them. It’s been a real AK winter and I’ve run these on -20 to +30, from packed snow to icy trail. The only thing they don’t work on is clear ice for obvious reasons.

Unfortunately, I’m going to discontinue using them for one big reason. Durability. See below.

Bad Yaktrax, Bad!

As you can see, one of the coils has worn flat, and broken at a point roughly underneath where my big toe would be. Not good. The coils are what keep the stretchy rubber shaped to your foot, so when the structural integrity is gone, you end up with the entire thing tending to stretch all over your foot as you run. I’ve had Yaktrax 50% off a foot in the middle of a run due to coil breakage.

Folks, the bottom line is this: they ain’t meant to last forever. But if you’re like me, and count yearly mileage in the thousands vs. the hundreds, durability counts. I recommend you use these things if you log a few leisurely winter miles here and there. But if you seriously run in the winter and can’t count on never running on a surface which might abrade the coils, spend your cash on something else. I’m going to check out these crazy studded running shoes the AK winter runners (all ten of them from what I can tell) swear by…

End of Mission

Baghdad, 2004. Me and Wanker in between runs on RPG Alley (MSR Tampa)

This week, Iraq has been on my mind quite a bit. What was once Operation IRAQI FREEDOM became Operation NEW DAWN, which officially ends on on the 31st of December. I hope Iraq, with its controversy and its bloodletting, is not doomed to suffer the same fate as Vietnam within American culture. Tom Ricks, over at The Best Defense, has shown concern over the past year about the rate of decline in the number of books written on Iraq being picked up by publishing houses. As divisive as Iraq has been, and felt, it is not nearly as divisive as Vietnam, which gives me solace.  But I fear that in our collective haste to move past Iraq, and focus on domestic issues, the needs of veterans will fall by the wayside.

The remarkable transformation of the VA; recognition of TBI as an actual injury; the post 9/11 GI Bill; these are all good things that have happened as a result of national awareness of veteran issues. Awareness that would have never happened if Iraq wasn’t going on at the time. This why organizations like R4V are so important. Wars end; the experience of of the veteran never ends. As we move into a post-Iraq/Afghanistan world, someone will have to remember the vets. I hope that someone is you.

 

 

The Road Not Taken

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I—I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

-Robert Frost

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