A letter to Nike of a troubled quest.

Dear Nike,

I write to you in times of trouble. Long have I lusted for your Romaleos 2. I have trained hard for many years following the path of Iron. It has led me down countless roads while shaping me into a swole brother.

Recently, a trusted brother in iron cast out a path for me in the chalk. He combined a Wendler cycle with Catalyst work outs. Our plans demand a great deal of Oly lifting. It would be true folly of me to continue to tread this course in the shoes of a man not built for iron.

While my Air Pegasus have sent me to flight during long runs through Prospect Park, all the while blinding park-goers with their sheer beauty, I am abandoning that hunt. I will miss the comfort of the Air Pegasus. I imagined myself running through mile-long halls of memory foam. I will also miss the erasure of thoughts and worry as you hit mile 5 and everything is gone. I will mourn the loss of cardio. Yet these legs must grow.

To that end, I have been searching for aid and supplies along my journey to swolehalla. For my new quest, I require olympic lifting shoes. I believe the Romaleos are the shoe for me. For better or worse, Brodin has seen fit to give me a wider foot. To my knowledge, the Romaleos 2 are better fitting for a man such as me, a foot such as my own. The Romaleo is the stone to my sword.

The path to these shoes has proven treacherous.

I have lost many eBay bids over the last 2 months to more fiscally endowed swole brothers. I hold no grudges. I wish my brethren many big lifts and PR's.

Sales have been missed (lifts have as well). Opportunities have been squandered.

My efforts to find a deal are bolstered by the fact that I have taken a job where I make a great deal less money and work a great many more hours. It is good work. It is fun. I am proud. The little free time I have must be calculated painstakingly for maximizing GAINZ. The money I have left must be carefully budgeted.

Once again, these are troubled times. Buying Romaleos 2 outright will damage the trust my roommates have found within me to pay my rent on time. Part of following the Iron Path is following all codes of Man. Being a man, I cannot be late on rent.

So I write to you for help. AbrOham Lincoln once said, "Nearly all men can handle adversity, but if you truly want to test a man's character, give him Romaleos". I offer you this opportunity to take up the sword with me and test my character. Send me a discount code, make a sale, or send me a pair of shoes (11.5) and I will honor you, brethren. I will fly through workouts like Mercury in winged sandals.

Plus that would be very chill.

You do me great honor by reading these words. That alone, may be enough to get me through my next lift.