I left for my run without my ipod. When I realized it I was annoyed, but given the fact that it took me nearly 1/2 a mile to notice it, I’d have to admit it wasn’t a tragedy after all.
I’d spent most of the day feeling anxious and blue. My mind filled with thoughts of all I can’t do.
Chicka boom, chicka boom…a strange and unfamiliar sound interrupted my silent soliloquy. No wait, not chicka boom…chicka brush, chicka brush, like two shakes of a maraca followed by swish, the single beat of a brush on a drum.
The rhythmic sound grew closer and passed me. Chicka, the two beat sound as his prosthetic bounced against the fine gravel, then brush as his foot completed his stride.
Chicka brush, chicka brush…
We exchanged a silent wave and I watched him run into the sun.
Inspiration and perspective come at unexpected times and in unpredictable forms.
The next time I think “I can’t” or “it’s too hard,” I’ll do my best to remember chicka boom, chicka brush: the sound of yes I can.