Yesterday as I was leaving work I passed a spread-out group of people as I walked to the train. They were walking in the opposite direction and obviously in town to compete in the Marathon as they were all wearing running suits. They were clearly a group, though separated, because they were all wearing the same style and color running suit. I immediately thought they were Kenyans because of the wonderful reputation the Kenyan people have for running marathons, but really they could have been from anywhere.
What struck me most was the expression and physical attitude of the man who was in front of the group. Some of the women behind him were chatting with one another and looking about, several others were just looking about. The man in front had the happiest look I'd ever seen on another person's face. An open-mouthed grin, eyes wide as he tried to take in everything at once, arms bent at the elbow so his hands were in front of his chest, below his chin, hands closed, but not tightly. It made me happy just to see his elation.
In the future if I'm ever feeling put out by the inconveniences of the Marathon, I'm just going to remember him and I won't mind any more.