It has come to my attention that my pads stink to high heaven. I became aware of this last night on my way home from scrimmage when a putrid scent in my car almost forced me to swerve off the road. Imagine my shock and horror (ok, not really) to find out that the rancid smell was coming from my epidermis! Curse my pads. Curse their unyielding scent that sneaks up and accosts my sensitive olfactory glands.
I must find a way to vanquish them!
To date, I have tried baking soda, Dr. Bronners, Soaking for unnecessarily long periods of time - and all have netted the same result...clean pads for one practice. One practice!! So much toil for very little payoff. And so - I am starting a new revolution...The stank pride revolution.
I will no longer subject myself to the stress of stinky pads, and I will accept my limitations as a domestic goddess. I will no longer google the best way to clean derby pads, as each endeavor ends in disappointment with a failed remedy. I will raise my head with pride knowing that my stank pads stand for something, and that their unholy smell signifies that I have arrived. I am unstoppable and I am strong. I am derby woman - hear me roar!
I will start the revolution just as soon as I take my pads out of the washer...
baby steps....baby steps....
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