As I crested the hill at 6am this morning, the sun winked at me briefly before I dipped into the cool remnants of night on the west side of the foothills. I was heading to the boathouse to work on a client’s rowing technique to acheive pain free movement in the boat. I am looking forward to helping someone continue to do what they enjoy. I run through in my head the session plan. Still in the long shadow of morning, before me the sun laid a golden path to the valley and the horizon beyond. I sped down the hill to my appointment and the endless opportunities that await to live my life exactly how I want. So far I am on target. I love mornings.