This morning I came across a couple of police training groups on a gravel path in the valley. The first group of about 20 looked like they were in some kind of SWAT training, wearing body armour, hi-viz vests and carrying fake-looking semi-auto weapons. They just carried on with their business as I rode past. The next group was about 40 people in navy blue uniforms out for a jog. As I passed by, the leader started counting, "ONE....TWO....THREE" and then the whole group shouted in unison, "GOOD MORNING, SIR!" And I yelled "Good Morning" back. Not gonna lie, that little exchange put a big smile on my face. Made my commute.