I have something to confess. Actually, two things. The first is that I don't like running. The second is that I am not a good shoemaker. And by that I mean that my talent was never in shoemaking. This may surprise you, since the book you're holding in your hands is about the founder of Reebok and is titled The Shoemaker. At the same time, you might feel curious. You should. My story, Reebok's story, is not an ordinary business story about how I worked hard, bent over a last for thirty-five years. Nor is it a predictable journey along a preordained path or a story about how I risked millions and came out ahead. Instead, it is an inspiring story that shows how important it is to seize opportunities when Lady Luck smiles upon you.
However, it also has many other aspects. As with any success story, the shine and wealth of fame and commercial achievement came with a sacrifice, a cost. When your heart is fully dedicated to your passion, there is only room for one love. Someone said, "You can't reach the top without stepping on some heads" or something similar. But I didn't operate that way, or at least, I like to believe so. I didn't harm anyone in building the business and, later, my book. Of course, I might be wrong.