i was running along lakeshore path this morning...with a pebble in my nike. i think it's a californian pebble, because the last time i wore said nikes was during a hike atop runyon canyon. but that matters not.
i was far too busy to stop. the gears were grinding. my body in motion. nothing is going to stop me, i thought.
at some points i could maneuver the pebble to lay sideways and just to the side of my shoe...fully clearing any foot/pebble contact. but at some points that mother effing pebble would go vertical right under my heel.
holy flip i got so mad. and it hurt like a beyotch.
the sky looked as if it were going to unleash some massive precipitation, so i kept running, despite the pain and annoyance, using the powers of my mind to disregard the pebble completely. it worked. i thought about my future.
sometimes i get lost in the future. i imagine what i want. i realize what i have to do to obtain. i strategize who, what, where, when, and why. i understand how.
and before you know it, 1 mile has turned into 3. my potential realized. my plan of action in bulleted form.
but then that pebble resurfaced. blocking my focus. inhibiting further progress. ouch, you little bitch.
time to deal with the demons.
i jogged off the beaten path into a clearing near the water. i looked out into the seemingly endlessness of lake michigan.
i felt small in a big world. just the way it should be.
i took off my shoe.
located that pebble.
took it between two fingers.
and threw it as hard as i could into that vast, blue lake.
i exerted way more energy than necessary. that pebble was freaking tiny in comparison to me and my life, but it caused just enough damage that it deserved every ounce of missile-like projection into oblivion.
it was gone. for good.
small obstacle, big throw, happy ending.
i hopped back on the path, and jogged once again.
onward.
