Tomorrow will be another day of running. Some of us (maybe most of us) run the same routes repeatedly yet it's never exactly the same. Conditions change, sometimes subtly. It's only boring if you make it so. I run the same routes over and over again and the changes big and small delight me, be it the changing of the color of the leaves or the simple differences of the lighting between an early morning run and a noonday jog.
Tomorrow morning people like me all over America will wake up in quiet obscurity to privately toil along paths known only to them, each seeking the greatest measure of themselves, always striving for progress and always moving toward a destination born of dreams and determination. I wish each of you well.