Four years ago I went to the "Ski Swap" at Devil's Elbow Ski Resort to purchase skis, boots and poles since renting each time adds up to a lot of money. The visit went well actually, with my purchasing a brand new pair (previous year's model) of Volkl skis (retail $675) for a shocking $125, and a pair of used Lange boots for $80. The poles cost about $20, so the days' haul was a bargain to say the least.
Now those boots felt like I'd worn them my whole life, only a tiny bit snug. The snugness meant that even with one pair of socks my feet became cold after an hour or so of skiing, and that meant a trip to the chalet for some feet warming and a plate of fries and gravy (you can't just go warm your feet when the scent of fries and gravy is in the air), and that has been the procedure for these past four seasons. That is until this morning. Today I Googled "how to re-form ski boots" and found a host of solutions to re-fit the boots to my piano playing toes so that they would feel comfortable, and allow a bit of necessary movement or "breathing room".
So downstairs I go and pull out the liners from the boots (like trying to pull a tree out by the roots), plug in my heating gun, pull the trigger and warm those babies up as instructed. It was then I noticed that the liner in the left boot was meant for the right boot, and vice versa. You see, this is how my life has unfolded since birth. For four complete seasons, I suffered from misplaced liners in my ski boots, not actually realizing that they could even be removed, or re-formed. So I now have my liners in the right boots, they've been heated and reformed to my feet, and I suspect that as Jeff and I ski the runs in Haliburton, that I'll survive a whole lot longer on the slopes than I have in previous years.
I'm so glad I can't skate.