It's some indication of my taste in music that twice in less than 24 hours I have heard the song 'What a Difference a Day Makes'. In my defense, yesterday it was the original by Dinah Washington, although today it was a cover by Jamie Callum (who is a nice guy, but can't hold a candle to Aretha Franklin's version). And wow - what a difference a day makes. This time yesterday I was starting my first ever mountain bike race - the Swinduro. At the same time, Karina was prepping

Yesterday morning at 10:25am Karina and I and 8 lovely people looked like this: About an hour or so later - we had turned into this: (that's meant to be some sort of Wolf growl face, although some seem to be channelling The Walking Dead) This was my second Wolf Run, but the first for almost everyone else. Our group had a mixture of abilities - from Paul the recovering marathon-addict (the run, not the chocolate) to Jemma who had never run 10k before, let alone with obstacles,