Never was Robertson's rule ("However little you feel like running once you're out you never regret it") so comprehensively proved. Lying on a settee full of leftovers, wet, windy and thawing outside. Seriously considering breaking my Marcothon. Unwillingly hauled myself and a sleeping dog out for a wild, exhilarating blast of a run along the beach and around Royal Troon. Fantastic!
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