The alarm clock went off at 5:30AM on Saturday morning. Dana, Shaeffer (our dog) and I piled into the truck and got to the dog park for a morning run. He ran until his tongue was long and we all headed home and back to bed.
The alarm clock went off at 7:30AM on Saturday morning. I bolted out of bed and felt all the emotions of a child on Christmas morning. I was excited, grateful and a little sick to my stomache from pure anticipation. I shuttled out of bed, down the 46 stairs of our hallway and into the back alleys of urban Toronto where I dove into our truck and headed to market full of anticipation.