Yesterday [Sunday] I was really struggling to get out the door for my run. I’d done 12 miles on Saturday, so I knew it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I just skipped it. I’d been sailing with my daughters in the morning, and had had a big lunch, and I was happily ensconced in lazy-Sunday-afternoon mode. But something was nudging me to get out.
I had…
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