Shthump.Shthump. Shthump. Shthump.
With close and definite steps I picked up pace. The wind felt crisp in my face, and I felt my lungs expand, like they haven’t in months now. My calves were taut, hamstrings ached a nice ache, and the soles of my feet sprung back at me, with every step I took.
My heart quickened and my brow was damp. iPod clenched tight in my fist, I continued on, winding my way down to the beach. Tuning out from the cacophony around me, I tuned into the the beat of the track nestled deep within my ears. Traffic moved along silently, people chatted. But I only saw wheels zip by, mouths moving. No noise. Just the music inside me.
The day was almost over. I could see signs all around. Lovers huddled together. Some walked, hand in hand. Some hunched beneath the fading light. The lone fisherman braved the rising tide for the last catch of the day. A group of buffaloes made their way back, after a glorious evening dip in the sea. Not so far off, small-time TV stars were calling it a day, as giant reflectors, vanity vans and the like packed up.
I was mostly oblivious to the sound of it all, only catching sights passing me by, when a forgotten prop distracted me.
Shthump. Shthump. Shthump. Shthump. I went on, tracing my path in no particular direction. Criss-crossing older tracks — paths of many who came before me.
It is that odd time right before sunset, just before dark. The light was an oddly warm hue. Off white, with a tinge of pink. Slowly bleeding into a deeper setting-sun-kind-of-pink. Gradually painting the sky evenly, right before my eyes. And before I knew it, I was covered in a magenta glow.
By now, my heart was racing, feet dragging a little. But the beat goes on, and there in that crazy glow, I felt I had to keep going.
And so it begins once more. I’ve started running again.