Most days, you just go through the motions. Think about it. Think about all you miss by not truly paying attention. Randomly, one day last week at the track at practice, a place I’ve been hundreds and hundreds of times through the years, I stopped and caught a glimpse of an image in my horizon and I scrambled to take a picture with my crappy old Android phone. This is the picture, and this is the story it tells: A coaching lifer, Terry Horton, still coaching and caring and showing up every day, at age 75, more than 50 years after he started. This, too, is highly neat.
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