Gloves turned my hands into sweat factories—and the trapped moisture made my eczema ten times worse. The synthetic materials irritated my skin. I'd peel them off after a workout and my hands would be bright red and inflamed.
Straps worked for heavy deadlifts, sure. But they felt like giving up. Like I was bypassing the work my grip was supposed to do.
Chalk was even worse. It dried out my already-compromised skin barrier. I'd wake up the next day with cracks that wouldn't heal and flares that lasted for days.
The cheap grip pads from Amazon? They slipped the second I started sweating. Which is immediately.
I kept cycling through all of it. Wasting money. Destroying my hands. Getting more frustrated.
For years, I thought I'd eventually find something. That there had to be one thing out there that didn't suck.
Then a couple of months ago, I saw something different on my feed.
