I was browsing through my old things when I came across the box which used to hold my old Nike Air Max 360’s. To the people who know me, you know how much I love running shoes. Let’s just say this uninspired post is for all the people who have have had to say goodbye to a pair of shoes that held any kind of monetary or sentimental value.

Anyway, if anyone from Nike Philippines chances upon this blog, don’t worry, I still patronize your stuff.

For those who are planning on letting out a wise crack about my poem, uunahan ko na kayo, the poem really sucks and feels desperate :P

My Beloved 360’s
(In Memoriam of my pierced Nike Air Max 360’s)

Last year, I bought 360’s for a grand above my usual budget.
There was something about the sneaks that made me lust for it.

Was it the soles? Maybe.
I would think it was the marketing pitch that got my attention
Haven’t been that excited since Reebok pumps were invented.

When the Shox came out, everybody got excited
Even paid good money for a pair
But found out soon enough it wasn’t what I expected
Found them a bit too heavy for my preference

Didn’t use the 360’s for running at all
All I did was walk around with caution
I was literally walking on (compressed) air
There was no way I was soiling those hundred dollar sneaks

One day at the office, as I was going through the motions
I felt a metal object pierce itself into my kicks.
Did it shake lose? No.
Did it hurt at all? Not even.
Though I wish it did if it meant saving my treasured pair.

All I knew was my shoes had lost their mojo.
As I took out the jammed thumbtack, air began to escape.
The feeling can be likened to getting busted on the second date.

I’ve since sold the unusable kicks
And made a vow never to buy anything with airsoles again
Nothing against the brand with the check
But I just can’t go through the same ordeal ever again

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