My body hates me. There isn't a day where I'm not nursing some type of sore muscle, blister, injury, or rash of some sort (yum). If you know me, you are quite familiar with the fact that I am a certifiable gearwhore. So it makes sense that I'm also a certifiable product-whore as well: if it could potentially make the pain go away, speed recovery, or prevent the pain in the first place, I'm on it. So when I pack my bag for, say, the Death Race, these are the essentials:*
