Holy sneakers!

Hard-core running shoes.

Prior to my first three runs, my three-year-old sneakers hadn’t seen much outdoor action. They were mostly treadmill pounders.

But after my third 5K, hello hole!

Rather than being upset that my big toe had become overly familiar with my shoe so soon (perhaps an unflattering commentary on my running style; I’ll investigate more on that later), I was happy. My first sporting apparel mishap!

I feel so hard core.