Everyone has a different path to follow. When he spent time for eggs and toast in a small diner in Hopkinton, the town where the Boston Marathon has commenced for the previous 114 years, he sensed an excitement in the air, as well as some apprehension.
On this morning the town resembled a small rural hamlet inhabited by quiet folks, mostly older, who wished to simply enjoy this day first, before the world descended on them the following morning. The transition was amazing, and the eggs and coffee weren’t bad either.
Not everyone gravitates to the chaos of human spectacle. Most do understandably, but some just stay the course, walking the track that got them there and which leads them further along their path to tomorrow.
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