Now these three pairs carried me through my Chicago training, and Blue Rho carried me on that fateful race day. So, needless to say, these shoes hold a special place in my heart.
Which is why, when I returned home, the initial shock turned into uncontrolled anger is seconds. Below is an entirely accurate transcript of the conversation.
Brooks: Hi, I’m new. I’m actually so new I’m not on the market. I’m the Brooks Defyance 3s.
Omega Killers: Brooks!!! Phfffttt. Your kind isn’t welcome here.
Brooks: Oh, that’s strange. Because Spike picked me out specifically, he had a choice. And he picked me.
Blue Rho: Bullcrap! Even it that’s true, he’ll never run in you.
Brooks: Well, the thing about that is that he already pounded out 4M with me.
OK: Delta Flyers, tell me it isn’t true!
Delta Flyers: It’s true. He was wearing me as he picked them out. He even took me off—took me off—only to run with them instead. He even named them.
BR: He…he…he didn’t. He wouldn’t!
DF: He did.
Brookes: Yep, I’m Sigma Fire.
BR: Well, Sigma Fire, you had better watch your arch support.
DF: And keep those laces well tucked, I’d hate for something to happen to them.
OK: I’d hate for you to end up in the Oven, or something tragic like that.
SF: Yeah, well, I’m not all that intimidated by you. Bring you worst.
And then, this morning, I noted that the Sigma Fire were not along the running wall. I searched and searched, and finally found them here.
*I mean, come on guys, the old ‘frozen shoe trick.’