There is no luck. Only the work...the relentless, unyielding work. The hours you bleed and sweat for while others sleep. The pain you welcomed, when others fled. The limits you hunted down and crushed beneath your heel.

Let the weak speak of luck. Let them offer prayers to the gods, hoping for favor, but you, you take with your own hands what they beg for and when they call you lucky, let them. 

  - Pre-washed 60/40 combed ringspun cotton/polyester

  - Athletic fit/form fitting. Order 1 size up if you prefer a looser fit.

  - lightweight, soft comfortable feel for the gym or casual wear 

  - Designed & printed in the USA