I wonder what would happen if I ran a 5k damn near every day and came home and sent the founder of Nike, Phil Knight an email requesting a quid pro quo running sponsorship. Ensuring him I read his book “Shoe Dog” cover to cover last summer and that not only have I never owned a pair of Adidas but that there isn’t so much as a single Run Dmc song I can honestly say I like.

What if when he had one of his interns politely respond to me with a statement informing me that Nike only provides free athletic equipment to Non Profit and School Athletic Organizations

I thanked her but kindly retorted she should expect to see the same email request in her inbox every morning along with selfies I managed to snap while running at a pace i’m sure she’d be impressed with,until she convinces Mr. Knight himself to make an exception.

I wonder what would happen if when they asked me “Why on God’s green earth Nike would want to sponsor a community college drop out from Mayfair with 800 Facebook friends who runs a 5k every other day for no apparent reason?” I told them to “Just Do It”.

What if they found that so damn clever they sponsored me?

I wonder what would happen if I became the first person to acquire a Nike sponsorship solely through his desire to get a bunch of free stuff from Nike?

What if after that, I asked Mia Khalifa out to breakfast despite her love for The Washington Redskins & Capitals. Or Adele out for ice cream.

What if when neither answered I didn’t sweat it because after all, Nike sponsors me.

Besides, fate is probably just trying to make room in my life for Amy Schumer.

I wonder what would happen if I wrote a book and never read it and when it hit number one on the bestseller list I deflected all the credit.

What would happen if we didn’t say “What If?” and we just did instead? What if we just did what we said instead of living in our heads?

What if we turned our pain into profit and found a way to convert liabilities into assets?

Imagine we didn’t live in a society that murdered those who dared to imagine.

One where the nonsense never broke the band up.

I wonder what would happen if we all held our heads up and focused on what can be instead of what could have been or what wasn’t?

What if you only asked “What if?” for the rest of your life?

Writing About the Human Condition, via My Thoughts, Observations, Experiences, and Opinions — Founder of Journal of Journeys and BRB INC ©

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