One spring morning, when it was still dark, we parked at the beach for our weekly group workout. We ran on the sandy dune trails wearing our weighted backpacks, pushing and pulling each other through the miles. We crossed over to the ocean side and went deep into the freezing Atlantic to tread water. While we worked in silence, the sun came up over the horizon in gorgeous shades of purple and pink. Night turned to day and soon the sky was golden. In this moment, I felt so connected to these people, to the earth, to our purpose, that gratitude felt so present, I was certain I could hold in my hands. And even though I know they’re all tough and determined, and love swearing and sweating most of all, I could see it in their faces, they were holding gratitude too.