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There is nothing like waking up to a mist-cloaked ocean and the sound of the rising tide against the jetties. Coffee in the gloaming, hot oatmeal, the first rays of sun breaking through the fog. My chest and arms are burnt from yesterday, my hair is wet with the sea mist, and my soul is refreshed. I believe that I can finish the course, now.And then the sun rises, and the mist catches fire. The gulls wake, and somewhere beyond the dunes, an eagle calls - beneath it all, the buoy bells.The sea is life, living and moving, breathing, longing. It's the scent, sounds, the feel of the salt in my lungs and the breeze on my skin. This is where the...