For me just putting on Hokas is fun. Seeing the Time to Fly on the inner sole really makes me smile. Their marshmallow goodness is just down right cheery.
I went for a jaunt over the other and up the hill. Blazed in orange, I look forward to tomorrow to go longer. Even though I stay on the dirt roads and pray the hunters around practice safety, it's just too easy I feel to be over zealous.
As I type, I hear multiple shots. As I was heading back from my run, I also heard a rapid succession of shots. I have mixed feelings about hunting, but could only think with sadness, ''time to fly little deer, time to fly.''
Wishing y'all a safe run filled with goodness!