💾MY NEMESIS: Meet Pete. He and I were cross-country rivals at school. I reckon I won more races than Pete, but I’m likely wrong. Twenty five years later, and too many laps of a basketball court, Pete’s on the verge of getting both hips replaced. Over a bottle of wine one night, we cooked up the idea of one last hurrah, one last run to see out the old, bone-on-bone hips. Heck, why not make it the hardest 100km race in Australia?! The wine worked. We signed up to Hut to Hut.